I think I have cleaning ADD. In fact, I know I do. I can hardly keep my mind on one task at any given time, and if you were an outside observer watching me do housework, I'd wear you out just by watching me.
Case in point...
Thursday, I get home from the gym. I've just spent an hour lifting weights and doing cardio, so I figure...this is the perfect time to shovel 5 inches of snow off of my driveway, right? So I start shoveling. I get a text from T. "Stop shovelling. I'm on my way home." Do I stop? No. Keep shovelling until my back starts hurting so I give up after over half of it is cleared.
Heading in the house, I decide to begin a load of laundry. My clothes are wet from shovelling, so I bring my 3 laundry baskets into the bedroom and begin to sort laundry. However, as I'm doing that I see something on the bed that needs to be put away in the bathroom. Going into the bathroom, I turn on the light, put the thing away but then realize that I didn't finish sorting the laundry. Leaving the bathroom light on, I pick up a basket of dark clothes and take it with me to the front of t he house. I fill the Downy Ball and then see that my Mary Kay boxes (a new delivery of products that need to be dispersed to customers arrived that morning) need to be opened and products sorted. I get scissors and start to open those.
About halfway into opening those boxes and taking items out, I realize that I didn't start the laundry. Jumping up, I start my load of laundry and come back to my boxes. Oh wait, I don't have my order slips to separate who ordered what. Going into the den, I grab those and come back out. I start sorting and then realize that I also started the dishwasher before I went to the gym. What time is it? Oh, wait, it's 5:00 p.m. T will be home any minute, and I haven't even started dinner or unloaded the dishwasher.
I go in the kitchen, open the dishwasher and start unloading some of the dishes. About halfway in, T gets home so I stop, kiss, hug, go back to unpacking my Mary Kay, leaving the kitchen light on and the dishwasher open. I go back to the den and grab some packaging materials to start separating packages to send out.
I then realize that "oh yeah...I should start dinner..." T, just standing there, watching me go from room to room, starts to unload the dishwasher, as I rush around, starting dinner, all the while packaging up Mary Kay items to send out.
I'd like to type out everything I did after then, but suffice it to say I went back and forth from room to room, jumping between tasks. I actually worked up a sweat doing everything, which was good because I was still in my clothes from the gym
It took T pulling me aside and saying "Breathe, honey, breathe" for me to stop and take a minute. I was all over the place, and this, unfortunately, is normal for me. Like I said, I have cleaning ADD. And it's tiring.
Do they make some kind of medication for this condition?
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And because my abilities to multitask in a mad way get the house clean and things done, I'm going to link this up with Chantel's Small Treasure Tuesdays, because let's be honest, getting stuff done...that is a treasure, isn't it? (No matter how tired I may or may not make myself in the process...)
Case in point...
Thursday, I get home from the gym. I've just spent an hour lifting weights and doing cardio, so I figure...this is the perfect time to shovel 5 inches of snow off of my driveway, right? So I start shoveling. I get a text from T. "Stop shovelling. I'm on my way home." Do I stop? No. Keep shovelling until my back starts hurting so I give up after over half of it is cleared.
Heading in the house, I decide to begin a load of laundry. My clothes are wet from shovelling, so I bring my 3 laundry baskets into the bedroom and begin to sort laundry. However, as I'm doing that I see something on the bed that needs to be put away in the bathroom. Going into the bathroom, I turn on the light, put the thing away but then realize that I didn't finish sorting the laundry. Leaving the bathroom light on, I pick up a basket of dark clothes and take it with me to the front of t he house. I fill the Downy Ball and then see that my Mary Kay boxes (a new delivery of products that need to be dispersed to customers arrived that morning) need to be opened and products sorted. I get scissors and start to open those.
About halfway into opening those boxes and taking items out, I realize that I didn't start the laundry. Jumping up, I start my load of laundry and come back to my boxes. Oh wait, I don't have my order slips to separate who ordered what. Going into the den, I grab those and come back out. I start sorting and then realize that I also started the dishwasher before I went to the gym. What time is it? Oh, wait, it's 5:00 p.m. T will be home any minute, and I haven't even started dinner or unloaded the dishwasher.
I go in the kitchen, open the dishwasher and start unloading some of the dishes. About halfway in, T gets home so I stop, kiss, hug, go back to unpacking my Mary Kay, leaving the kitchen light on and the dishwasher open. I go back to the den and grab some packaging materials to start separating packages to send out.
I then realize that "oh yeah...I should start dinner..." T, just standing there, watching me go from room to room, starts to unload the dishwasher, as I rush around, starting dinner, all the while packaging up Mary Kay items to send out.
I'd like to type out everything I did after then, but suffice it to say I went back and forth from room to room, jumping between tasks. I actually worked up a sweat doing everything, which was good because I was still in my clothes from the gym
It took T pulling me aside and saying "Breathe, honey, breathe" for me to stop and take a minute. I was all over the place, and this, unfortunately, is normal for me. Like I said, I have cleaning ADD. And it's tiring.
Do they make some kind of medication for this condition?
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And because my abilities to multitask in a mad way get the house clean and things done, I'm going to link this up with Chantel's Small Treasure Tuesdays, because let's be honest, getting stuff done...that is a treasure, isn't it? (No matter how tired I may or may not make myself in the process...)
I get like that every once in a while. Drives hubby mad. I secretly think that is why I do it...to drive him crazy...lol.
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My husband is like that. He is all over the place. I catch a little bit of it every now and then, and it drives me crazy when I can't remember what I was doing before I got sidetracked. At least you stayed focused between the few things you were doing. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think it's kick ass that you're addicted to cleaning! You home probably looks spotless! It's better than having a nasty crib! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness...I do the EXACT same thing! One thign leads to another and it seems smaller so let's just do it now...but crap it would be so easy to transfer clothes from the washer to the dryer so they can start drying! Welll might as well put a new load in the washer too! It is a vicious cycle! Let me know if you find meds for it!
ReplyDeleteOh, SO true! And I know my husband does it as well. You are not alone!
ReplyDeleteI like to think of it as serious ass-kicking multitasking! A craziness that settles with a feeling of total accomplishment...
ReplyDeleteI think they do make a medication for this type, but you'd probably leave it in the washing machine. :-)
ReplyDeleteI do the same thing, in fact, sometimes I have to tell myself, "No, finish the other thing first". It works. Sometimes.
I get in moods and end up doing that sometimes. I will for instance have to take something back to the kitchen, then notice how dirty the fridge it, and so on and so forth.
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Hey, whatever works for you and gets the job done! I am the same way, although not to the same extent :-P I have to fight myself to stay on task otherwise I'll wander off and do something else.
ReplyDeleteBut great job getting all that done! That's definitely a treasure :-)Thank you so much for linking up!