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Spilled milk

Was checking out Scary Mommy  this morning and came across this:


While my mother when we were young did EVERYTHING for us – she was a perfectionist. She mopped the floors daily, there was never a speck of dust and the only time laundry built up was when we didn’t have a washer/dryer. As we got older, she began to work 2 jobs and needed to get her teens to help on a regular basis, not just as a punishment (and believe me – we learned from the older sister – she stayed in trouble and washed dishes every night – and no dishwasher – if mom found even a SPEC on them, she had to wash them all over again)

So, we did.

And then we had children. My sis and I went TOTALLY opposite directions – while she was the lazy one – she made sure her children did chores – they were washing dishes by 10. OH! Wait…NOW I get it!

I, on the other hand, spoiled my oldest (Dork) rotten (to the point that when he joined the Marines we all just knew he was going to stay raking rocks and digging holes his entire tour) – so, he never really learned to do anything – even putting away clothes.

I always figured that, if I allowed him to pour his own milk, and then he spilled it, not only would I have to pour it anyway, I would also have to clean up the mess. So I just poured it.

7 years later, I had my second son (Goose) – and I no longer cried over spilled milk. – Ok, not exactly true, it took me until he was 12 and I still do not make him do the amount of chores I think he should, but, I am ‘teaching’ him more than I taught the Dork. At 15 he can cut the grass, cook (and I didn’t learn how to do that until my husband and I moved in together- when I was 23), use the washer (the Marine didn’t even know HOW to use the washer until after he joined) ….

I did find it HYSTERICAL when after his 3rd year in, LCPL Dork came home, went into Goose’s bathroom – and brought him 409 and a scrub brush. Told him his bathroom was disgusting and he was going to go clean it immediately.

By the way…guess who is cleaning his bathroom today? I guess I haven’t learned as much as I thought….

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ADHD in a nutshell…

Someone shared this one Facecrack the other day and I found it so perfect – I had to share it here…. this is ME in a nutshell – LOOK! SQUIRREL!!


My arch enemy…the squirrel!

ADHD is about having broken filters on your perception.

Normal people have a sort of mental secretary that takes the 99% of irrelevant crap that crosses their mind, and simply deletes it before they become consciously aware of it. As such, their mental workspace is like a huge clean whiteboard, ready to hold and organize useful information.

ADHD people… have no such luxury. Every single thing that comes in the front door gets written directly on the whiteboard in bold, underlined red letters, no matter what it is, and no matter what has to be erased in order for it to fit.

As such, if we’re in the middle of some particularly important mental task, and our eye should happen to light upon… a doorknob, for instance, it’s like someone burst into the room, clad in pink feathers and heralded by trumpets, screaming HEY LOOK EVERYONE, IT’S A DOORKNOB! LOOK AT IT! LOOK! IT OPENS THE DOOR IF YOU TURN IT! ISN’T THAT NEAT? I WONDER HOW THAT ACTUALLY WORKS DO YOU SUPPOSE THERE’S A CAM OR WHAT? MAYBE ITS SOME KIND OF SPRING WINCH AFFAIR ALTHOUGH THAT SEEMS KIND OF UNWORKABLE.

It’s like living in a soft rain of post-it notes.

This happens every single waking moment, and we have to manually examine each thought, check for relevance, and try desperately to remember what the thing was we were thinking before it came along, if not. Most often we forget, and if we aren’t caught up in the intricacies of doorknob engineering, we cast wildly about for context, trying to guess what the hell we were up to from the clues available.

On the other hand, we’re extremely good at working out the context of random remarks, as we’re effectively doing that all the time anyway.

We rely heavily on routine, and 90% of the time get by on autopilot. You can’t get distracted from a sufficiently ingrained habit, no matter what useless crap is going on inside your head… unless someone goes and actually disrupts your routine. I’ve actually been distracted out of taking my lunch to work, on several occasions, by my wife reminding me to take my lunch to work. What the? Who? Oh, yeah, will do. Where was I? um… briefcase! Got it. Now keys.. okay, see you honey!

Also, there’s a diminishing-returns thing going on when trying to concentrate on what you might call a non-interactive task. Entering a big block of numbers into a spreadsheet, for instance. Keeping focused on the task takes exponentially more effort each minute, for less and less result. If you’ve ever held a brick out at arm’s length for an extended period, you’ll know the feeling. That’s why the internet, for instance, is like crack to us – it’s a non-stop influx of constantly-new things, so we can flick from one to the next after only seconds. Its better/worse than pistachios.

The exception to this is a thing we get called hyper focus. Occasionally, when something just clicks with us, we can get ridiculously deeply drawn into it, and NOTHING can distract us. We’ve locked our metaphorical office door, and we’re not coming out for anything short of a tornado.

Medication takes the edge off. It reduces the input, it tones down the fluster, it makes it easier to ignore trivial stuff, and it increases the maximum focus-time. Imagine steadicam for your skull. It also happens to make my vision go a little weird and loomy occasionally, and can reduce appetite a bit.

Hope this helps and please do share this so that more people can learn what its really like to have ADHD.

Daylight Savings Time..How I Loathe Thee…

…or is it Mountain Dew? or stress? The Man snoring? or the sugar buzz from the cake just before bed? The Ambien cr and 3 OTC sleeping pills that aren’t working because the migraine med wants me awake to realize its awesomeness in getting rid of my day long migraine (well, TECHNICALLY, dear midrin, my migraine eased up when I left mother at the hospital.)

Yeah, yeah, I know, it came back ten fold when she started calling ..and calling..and calling…but, you got rid of it. Thank you. Can I sleep now?

Yeah, I guess I should get the explaining the hospital daylight savings time needs no explanation and it is probably the mountain dews fault.

Alright…lemme refill my wine and hit the head..

Sunday morning, mom came downstairs, got her coffee, made her usual mess and headed upstairs while was still in peaceful, sleeping in bliss. sleepbeauty

Then the dogs started barking.

The Man opened the door – Your mother just spilled her coffee all over the floor upstairs. (This would be the large cup. With the lid. The one we bought to prevent these things. Ugh.)


so, I’m awake. I’m wide awake.

I get it cleaned up, she gets her burn taken care of – nothing serious, thank goodness, and head down to have my own coffee.

As I am telling this story, I can’t remember if she had put her oxygen back on yet or not, however, as the morning moves on, I would put money now on no.

She came down a while later while I was over feeding a neighbors dog and was fiddling with the coffee maker – which she is only allowed to touch to pour herself a cup of coffee. The rule is unspoken, but I really didn’t think it was necessary to tell her. Quit thinking Anna – she is like a child!!!!

Any-who! I asked Goose when I got back why the coffee pot was on the counter and sugar bowl on the other counter (more on the sugar bowl later).

“Granma was going to make a pot of coffee but decided not to make mess..”

Well, thank GOD for that! She could have put things back, but I have given up on her cleaning up after herself. Sad, but all of the children did a better job at 5 years old than she does at 67.

About 30 minutes later, she comes downstairs – mind you – her oxygen line does not reach downstairs – but goes to the coffee pot and puts a coffee cup on the burner and pushes the ‘ON’ button.

As I have been crocheting, I wasn’t sure what all she had done.

Mom, what are you doing?

I want a cup of coffee and I guess ya’ll aren’t drinking any so I am making a pot so I can have a cup.

But, MOTHER, you can’t make a pot of coffee in a coffee cup!!!

Oh, ok…well.. has the coffee already been made this morning?

Yes, mother..don’t you remember spilling it all upstairs on your foot? 

Oh, right, (looking down at the one slipper she had on her foot) that was this morning wasn’t it?

Yes. mother.

So, I got her 3/4 cup if coffee ready in the microwave and she went upstairs for her e-cig, she came back down with her smaller coffee cup from bedroom. She sat down to talk to us, Goose included, and realized she had still forgotten her e-cig. She asked if Goose was down here (we kind of looked at each other and rolled out eyes – umm, she had been talking to him!)

Yes, mother.

Would he go get it for me?

So, he did, Her coffee was finished, but for some reason she sat down with whatever cup she had. Never touching the “fresh” cup we fixed for her.

I headed outside to weed the flower garden with The Man (as was planned for this beautiful spring day in Florida) and Goose went back to the neighbors to walk their dog. Mom headed back upstairs, leaving her e-cigarette downstairs.

(I decided to leave it to see how long she would go without it.)

Time for a refill- right back.. dang.last 1/2 glass wine, hope to end this soon, as it is , of course, it also close to 2:30 a.m. and  not far from coffee.. and the start of the next day…

Ok where were we?

Oh, so ok, mom went back upstairs and by now, it is close to 11 a.m. and she has to take her oxygen off to come downstairs. She always, ALWAYS puts it back on when she goes back upstairs – she hang it on the to banister so that she grabs it as soon as her foot hits the second floor.

For some reason yesterday, she forgot.

About 5 pm I called her ( yes, on our cell phones,  from the first floor, I called her on the second floor to tell her to get ready for dinner – taking advantage of the laziness modern technology offers every chance I get) however, by the third time trying, I went upstairs and her tubing was still stretched along the stair railing. I grabbed it, and I admit, I was irritated,

I went into her room –

MOM! Wake up! Don’t you kinda need this tube to LIVE? 

I tried to wake her, get the tube back on her nose, but it just wasn’t working. For twenty minute I pulled at her, tried to wake her but nothing worked, so 911 it was.

They came and the good looking fire man carried her out of the house and headed to the hospital – where the fun begins.

But, alas, I am out of wine, the dog (the mischievous one)  is outside on an adventure – 2:11 AM is NOT time for an adventure….

So, this is where it started…the ER night is kind of funny….those familiar with the movie Back to the Future will appreciate that I took the Delorean with me to the hospital. But, that story tomorrow.

Gonna finish this glass of wine, proof read, publish, look for Max the Wanderer and, at some point, sleep…cause I have a feeling , it  is going to be a very, very long week.

I know it is short notice – mom had a dr. appt with her gp scheduled tomorrow – should I keep it and go by myself and go over all of this with him. without her and her touch me not feeling there? Any advice is welcome!