I have a sneaking suspicion that I have developed adult-onset ADD.
(I don't even know if that is a real condition or not, but for the sake of this post, let's just say that it is.)
Maybe it's the 1/2 (or 1/4 or 1/8) -finished tasks all around my house. Or the fact that I can't focus on the budget for long enough to actually do the budget. Or the millions of "lost items" around my house that never seem to find their way back.
But the clincher, perhaps, is the fact that I have been begging to have my identity stolen by leaving my credit card, and most recently, my whole wallet, behind at retail locations.
At the beach, twice in one day, I left behind my credit card at the register. Sign the receipt, have a nice day, oh, and here's my VISA for you to keep.
And at Costco yesterday. Receipt marked off by Costco employee? Check. Purse? Check. Groceries? Check. Wallet? Oh, left that behind for someone else.
Luckily I have discovered that there are still honest, decent people in this world. In all three scenarios, my forms of payment (and ultimately, my identity), have made it back to me unscathed.
I guess it is possible that this adult-onset ADD is really just sleep deprivation. Heaven knows that's a condition I'm constantly battling. It's just that I can't focus on ANYTHING anymore. And it's not just because I'm thinking of all these important things that pull me in all sorts of different directions. No, sometimes (most times) it's just because my brain won't shut up with useless thoughts. It's like a never-ending stream of consciousness.
"Why do the ants keep coming back when I sprayed like 15 times in all possible entry points over the last three days? Are they super ants? Do they have little capes and tights? Did I get more sugar when we were at the store? Shaelyn said she wanted to make cupcakes, but I'm not sure if i have all the ingredients. What do I need? Eggs, milk, flour, sugar . . . Oh, and I was going to return that shirt. It doesn't fit at all. My body's really changed after that last pregnancy. Will it ever go back to the way it was? Probably not, unless I'm willing to really work at it, which right now I'm just so tired. But I made the bed this morning, so that was a victory. What did I do with that number to sign Shaelyn up for swim lessons? Oh, shoot! When was that summer camp again? Did I miss it? And weren't those library books due yesterday? How much in fines is that this time? Yes, I guess I should get cash back to pay that fine. Grrr! I hate when it's only in amounts of $20 . . . "
This has only happened to me since becoming a mother. I guess this is what they refer to as "mommy brain." I believe the term is supposed to refer to a time right after a baby is born (which I qualify for), but unfortunately, my original "mommy brain" from Shaelyn never went away. I've been experiencing "mommy brain" for the last 5 years of my life!
Anyone else? Bueller? Bueller?
What were we talking about again?
