My brain on ADD

(Note: This is only the Reader’s Digest condensed version. You’re welcome.)

I start the dishwasher. I get the kids out the door. I’m going to write a blog post about the bird whisperer. I’m going to write a blog post about my trip to Heber Valley Artisan Cheese. I’m going to write a blog post about my new job. I’m not going to write a blog post. I’m going to clean out my spam (Thanks a lot, not, WordPress). I’m going to email my uncle about buying a Subaru Forester. I’m going to shop for a Subaru Forester. I’m going to do the laundry. I’m going to make soap. I’m going to make cookies. I’m going to go test drive a Subaru Forester. I’m going to go to clean off the sofa so I can fine my parents’ wedding photo and Kyle’s cell phone. I’m going to move the furniture and vacuum (and look for Kyle’s cell phone). I make breakfast. My neighbor is cleaning out her garage and is selling a love sac and giving away good hardwood doors. I go to my neighbor’s house and decide “no” on the love sac but bring home a hardwood door and agree to help her later pull down some more hardwood doors from the top of her garage. I’m going to Vineyard nursery to buy hanging baskets (will they be high enough the dog won’t chew them up?) and a couple of potted flowers. I’m going to pot some flowers by my front door. I’m going to come home and get all that stuff done. I empty the dishwasher. I’m going to go out and clip the last of the fresh lilacs so I can enjoy them for a couple more days. I’m going to pick up the fresh eggs and make sure my chickens have water. The dog jumps on me while I’m carrying the lilacs in one hand and holding my shirt which is full of eggs up with my other hand. There are broken eggs in my shirt. I wash the eggs that remain unbroken and stain treat my shirt. I’m going to make soap. I’m going to write a blog post.