Thursday, October 20, 2011

Kid Induced ADD

I saw an article the other day on another blog about moms having Attention Deficit Disorder.  I didn't read it because, ironically, I didn't have the patience.  I am a skimmer and unless I am riveted, I often don't read the whole thing.  I know.  I know.  Anyway, the point was that sometimes, well, a lot of times, we start something and don't finish it because we stop mid-way and start something else.  Then we don't finish that second task either because we do the same thing part way through that task.  They said this was "mom induced" ADD, meaning that the "ADD" is caused because we are so busy as moms. 

This is the story of my life.  But, my "ADD" is kid induced, not mom induced.  Well, sometimes it's mom induced because I do volunteer for a lot.  But, let's talk about the kid induced stuff, which is way more fun.

Picture it.  I am upstairs sending emails for Fall Festival.  I hear a little voice downstairs....."I need scissors!"  That's never good.  I go downstairs.  Middle Child needs scissors to cut his way into the laundry room.  Yep, you heard me right.


Nice!

This is yarn I am was going to use to make scarves for Christmas.  I am not going to worry about it now.  I will just throw it all back in the box and unravel it later.  I can't throw it all back in the box because it is some how twisted around the fridge handle.  How in the heck did he do this?? 



I try to pull it through the handle....no luck.  I look around for scissors, a knife....anything sharp.  Because I am too lazy to go upstairs and get scissors, I seriously consider trying to tear it or bite it.  Geez.

Here's what is happening while I am trying to shove it back in the box.


How long will he be able to get by on his looks?  He is kinda cute.

Can a gal get a break around here??

I go back upstairs to finish my Fall Festival emails.....and to write this article, because, I have kid induced ADD.  Writing about it is more fun than cleaning it up....or doing stuff for Fall Festival.  But, now that I'm upstairs, I guess I could get the scissors and cut the yarn off the fridge. 

Then I'd have to stop writing. 

It's just an endless cycle, isn't it?
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3 comments:

  1. CharlotteOctober 22, 2011 at 4:23 AM

    Wow! I so would have had to wrap him all up in yarn after this! =)

    My little girl caught me off guard about a month ago and brought me this little box. I opened it and looked inside to find chunks of her hair and Barbie hair!! My mouth dropped for like 5 mins and I didn't even want to look after seeing all that hair. I told her to turn around and it was TERRIBLE!!!! I had been growing her hair out too! I guess that serves me well for leaving my scissors out!

    When can we moms get a break??? ::yawns::

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  2. MichelleOctober 23, 2011 at 8:02 PM

    Oh Charlotte! I cut my bangs once as a kid...so I guess all moms forget where they put their scissors!

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  3. RexOctober 25, 2011 at 11:28 AM

    Sometimes it's not Parental ADD as much as "picking your battles".

    Whenever the kids complain that I'm too picky or get on them too much I sit them down down and rattle off the things I've seen them do and let them get away with in the past week (sneaking food past me into their rooms, sneaking out at night into each others rooms, turning their TVs back on at night, ALL NIGHT...).

    I remind them that we let them get away with things here and there because we're either busy or, sadly, lazy at the moment. As a parent I've learned quickly that I have to pick and choose my battles. If I do it right I'll win the war in 18 years by raising good kids.

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