Some days I swear I have ADD

Today would be one of those days. Here is a recap of my morning - or what I can remember of it. I started out with the intention of making some cookies today, so I laid out the butter to soften. From there, it was just a series of things that have distracted me from my chosen mission. It went something like this:

Jacob wanted some grits, so first thing I did was make grits for the both of us for breakfast. The grits overflowed which meant a delay while the stove top was cleaned. The phone rang and while I was talking on the phone making plans for going swimming with friends on Monday, I noticed someone on the porch.

It was my sopping wet mail lady bringing my mail, which included a certified letter. She had rang the doorbell but ever since I installed a doorbell in the play room, the front hallway doorbell doesn't work.

I love having a doorbell in the playroom, because I have the buzzer in the kitchen and I can just ring it and the kids come running - saving me a bunch of yelling. This was one of Cheryl's ideas and it's a doozy, but it somehow short circuits the front doorbell.

However, I am expecting the delivery of a double stroller today and it has to be signed for. I don't want to miss that delivery because of a non-working doorbell, so I took a minute to go out and take the doorbell ringer off the front of the house. This will ensure people have to knock now.

I'm very excited about the stroller. It's Sophie and Keegan's birthday present. Sure it's a little early, but that's what I'm known for around here. It will be quite handy next week when Andi and I go out of town for a few days.

Intending to get back to the cookies in just a second, I take the mail over to my desk, running my hand along a counter as I walk by. I notice the counter top feels sorta sticky, so I drop off the mail, intending to get back to it in just a minute and go wash off the counters.

As I am washing off the counters, I notice a box ready to be mailed, sitting on the table. It is some schoolbooks I sold on eBay the other day that were supposed to be paid for by Thursday. Which by my calendar, was yesterday.

So I leave my rag on the table, intending to go back and finish washing the table in a minute and go to my desk to write the buyer a quick note asking about payment.

When I sit down at my desk, Ryan comes over wanting his fingernails cut. So I do that and notice the mail lying there. Wondering why we received a certified letter from Bill's lodge, I open it. Sure, I could have waited till he got home to open his own mail, but why? I had a sneaking suspicion I knew what it was --and I was right.

It was a request for his lodge dues. Bill has been a member of this lodge for years and years. However, it has been about 13 years since he's been to a meeting. Knowing that, I have a hard time writing 2 checks each year for what I consider useless dues.

I consider them so useless that in fact, that is how they are listed in my check register. Useless dues $75.00 and a second entry that reads: More useless dues $75.00.

Well, it seems I paid the first useless dues twice in January (meaning I don't have to pay them next year), but I neglected to pay the second useless dues at all.

So I did. And tried not to roll my eyes or sigh heavily while I did it. As long as I was in the on-line checking account, I went ahead and started to balance my checkbook.

My email dinged and so Patricia and I wrote back and forth for a minute and then my Bloglines notifier rang. I read about Melissa's huge mess intending to get back to my checkbook in just a minute.

After reading Melissa's blog, I stopped to look up a very helpful hour by hour weather forecast which is generally pretty accurate to email her.

I hear Carly singing in Billski's living room aka "The Dead Deer Room", so I sneak a peek into the room and see her dancing and singing along with a musical video she rented yesterday - something High School Musical put out. I stopped to take a picture of her, intending to get back to Melissa in just a minute.

My email dings again and it's from the camp that Wes and Ryan are going to next month, requesting their completed medical form. This reminds me that I also need a completed medical form for my job, so I stop what I'm doing to go call the doctor and make my own appointment.

Then I email the camp back and tell them when to expect the forms. I also email Melissa the handy dandy weather forecasting link -- which doesn't seem very accurate for today because it called for thunderstorms all day, but it's sunny now.

Ryan hears me on the phone and thinks I'm calling the Health Department to check on getting his and Jacob's next shots. I wasn't, but that needed to be done, so I did that -- and finished wiping down the counters while I was on the phone. I also scheduled my own TB test I need for work.

When I went to put the rag back over the sink divider, I notice the sinks are a bit stained, so I take a minute or two to clean those out good with some Soft Scrub.

Back at my desk, I took a minute to read an email and actually forwarded it to a few people. I'm not a forward kind of person, but some of these jokes were funny -- wrong, but funny. An example is

How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
When she starts a sentence with 'A man once told me..'

See what I mean? So wrong, but I laughed anyway. I was probably thinking of the poor man who invented that joke.

But getting back on track, I have now finished my checkbook, paid the useless dues, fixed the doorbell problem, read all the other mail, emailed everyone I want to, made doctor appointments, cleaned the counters, stove top and sinks.

I have to go now because the buzzer on the stove just rang. Why? Because while I sat here basically accomplishing nothing, my wonderful kid made the cookies for me and the first batch is ready to come out.