Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A Day In The Life...

I received this as an email today. It describes my life so perfectly, that I decided to share it...

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. - Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder. (Menopause of the brain exactly)
This is how it manifests:

I decide to water my garden. As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing. As I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full. So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left. My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking. I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Coke aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over. The Coke is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye…they need water. I put the Coke on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote. Someone left it on the kitchen table.I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day, and I'm really tired. I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it,but first I'll go and check my blog....

9 comments:

Patti said...

I love this! I was talking to an under-30 friend of mine and she was complaining about being forgetful lately.
But she is pregnant and has an excuse!

Chai said...

so, that is what i have.........

Renee Nefe said...

been there!

ms chica said...

But my husband always behaves this way. What's his excuse?

the moose buyer said...

Sometimes I feel like this. I have been wondering lately at what age does the memory start to go in our family. Should I be worrying about it yet? Is this Lynn or Joan's blog????? Am I moosebuyer or only oldest??

meno said...

The Story of My Life.

Ralph said...

Okay, is this a case of blaming the blog, and not the blogger?!

Michele said...

Ok, that almost sounds like the making of a Stephen King movie or sumthin'... [shiver]

Lynn said...

Patti - Pregnancy certainly gives one an excuse for being forgetful...Thank goodness I can't use that as an excuse anymore.

Chai - Yep. Do you feel better now that you know what you have?

Renee - I seem to be there most days.

Ms. Chica - Did you notice the word 'men' in menopause? It's an equal opportunity disease.

The Moose Buyer - I'm not sure...who are you again? Are we related?

Meno - It seems to be the story of many peoples lives.

Ralph - Not at all. I feel better knowing that I am not the only one who has days like this one.

Michele - I don't think that Stephen King could think of something this frightening.