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This Is ADHD Lazy

laundry, sewing, eggs
Nothing gets done

I’ve got this thing about eggs. I like them. I like them a lot.

Growing up on a farm may have had something to do with that. It was what used to be called a mixed farm, we raised beef and pork for profit, but we grew or raised a lot of things for personal consumption.

Among the things we had on our farm that provided sustenance for us were a dozen hens that managed to produce about eleven eggs a day on average.

And I, for some reason, got to consume about half of those eggs. I ate between five and seven eggs a day on average.

Hey, maybe eggs cause ADHD? Naw, that’s stupid.

So … lazy?

Oh yeah, ha, I was telling you about what ADHD lazy looks like.

Last night after dinner, it being Tuesday night, my partner went back to work where she sees people who have trouble getting to day time appointments.

I was left to my own devices as per usual on a Tuesday evening.

There wasn’t much to do

I really didn’t have much left of my day’s list of chores to do. The only thing I thought I really needed to do was go pick up eggs from our dealer. (You knew eggs were part of this, didn’t you?)

So, I went to the pharmacy where my friend works because she’s arranged for us to get eggs from her friend and there’s this … mmmmmcomplicated delivery system that works so don’t mess with it, and I picked up the eggs for the week.

Then, because I was out of the house, I ended up in a department store checking out the price of jeans, ’cause I recently discovered that they want $99 for them in some places. To my relief they still only want $30 where I like to shop. What’s that about.

Then I came home

I got home and I puddled about the house for a while and then had a shower. I just got out of the shower when my partner came home.

I was kind of stunned. Where had the evening gone.

I’D GOTTEN NOTHING DONE!!!!

I was in the throes of apologizing for my incompetence, trying to remember what I’d been fiddling around with. And the conversation went something like:

“Wow, I can’t believe that the evening is over. I accomplished nothing, except picking up the eggs. … and I also managed to clear the supper dishes after you left.”

Awkward silence followed, awkward for me that is. I think maybe my partner knows me better than I think she does???

I also managed to …

I thought again about clearing the dishes and realized I’d also put away the leftovers. In fact, I’d made three lunch meals out of the leftovers and put them in containers ready to go to work or where ever they needed to go.

I’d cooked supper in the afternoon and I’d purposely made way more than we could eat so I could do that lunch thing. There was so much more that there’s enough food to make a couple more lunch or dinner meals with the addition of veggies to the rice and meat, so I also put that away in containers.

And then I went to shower …

Still standing in the front hall talking to my partner I realized that when I went to shower I hadn’t actually made it to the shower when I started out to. I’d gotten as far as the landing where I came across the last of the laundry from earlier in the day. It was the smalls and it was on its way to the drying rack in the upstairs main bath.

I picked it up and headed off to hang it up.

Of course there was laundry on the rack that was ready to come off, so I took it off, folded it and put it in one basket, then I hung up the wet stuff and took the laundry to the bedroom to head to the en-suite shower.

Finally, I made it …

Yeah, no. On my way to the master bedroom I passed my sewing machine that’s in the main upstairs hallway and remembered that I wanted to make a new heat bag out of the old one that had started leaking seeds.

So (pun intended) I got an old pair of jeans out of the rag bag and cut a leg off, split it, took out the thick, rolled seam, folded it in half inside out, sewed up the bottom and the side, turned it right side out, cut open the old microwave heat bag and dumped the contents into the new one.

Then I rolled the end edges inside and sewed that up.

Then I showered.

And shaved.

So in my defense, I didn’t really get anything done because I was too busy.

This Is ADHD Lazy


Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.

Find out more about me on my website: writeofway.

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Babcock, K. (2019). This Is ADHD Lazy. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 21, 2019, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/adhd-man/2019/03/this-is-adhd-lazy/

 

Last updated: 27 Mar 2019
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