Its a very ADHD Day

I suffer from ADD or probably ADHD but am undiagnosed. However, my mom is diagnosed and our behaviours are identical.

Case in point: When I was visiting one day, I decided to be nice and make dinner for my parents. I was looking for a box of mac and cheese and could not find it anywhere. Giving up (or losing interest) I opened the fridge to grab a diet Dew and found the box of mac n cheese on the shelf.

Another time I have found the remote in there too.

Often we will be in the middle of a conversation and just trail off, distracted by squirrels or something equally entertaining. Then we will start up again, on a completely unrelated subject.

Here is what I mean when I say I am my mothers daughter:

Tonight I ordered pizza hut. I sat there contendedly munching away at delicious pizza when hubby called (he caught me haha) He has a new job prospect and was very excited, which got me excited. We hung up and I put down the phone. I went back to reading my book. Then I thought I should listen to the audio book that I have of this book, while reading it at the same time. Like a read-along. Giddy and excited at my idea I reached for my phone. Couldnt find it.

Looked all over the house. Couldnt find it. I dont have a landline to call and anyone I would trust with my number could only be reached via text message this late at night. Assuming I dropped it down the couch I looked and looked. Couldnt find it. Then I gave up, thinking oh well, Hubby will call when he is off work and I will locate it then.

I went back to reading, soon enough hubby came home and I hadnt heard my phone go off. He had even called me several times. We searched the house and I couldnt find it. I even checked the fridge, and the freezer too, just in case. I couldnt remember going to the fridge or even the kitchen, but that didnt mean I didnt go in. I could have gone in for a moment. I couldnt remember. I didnt even remember getting dressed for the delivery guy. (Opening the door in your nightie isnt very good)

I looked everywhere. On a whim hubby opened the fridge. Sitting there, inside of the pizza box, with the lid partially open, was my iPhone. It wasnt even on silent. It was very cold and also said I had 4 missed calls and a voicemail. It still works.

I had hastily scooped up the pizza box and thrown it in the fridge a mere hour before hubby came home, thinking he would be pissed if he came home to a pizza box on the floor. My phone must have tumbled in at that moment, but I hadnt noticed, still in the dreamlike state of reading, wanting to delve back into my favourite book.

Yes, internet. I was horribly teased for it. But honestly, I was happy I found it. lol