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Life Interrupted

26 Feb

Once upon a time, my therapist asked me if I thought I had ADHD.  I joked that I wasn’t sure if I had it, or hung around it so much that it rubbed off.

Now I’m thinking I don’t have adhd, but just life interrupted.

See, I try to do things,  I swear.  But something or someone comes along and goes “Hey, you’re not busy, can you do this?”  Usually in the form of splashing or “Maura! No!” or sounds of breaking glass.  Sometimes screaming (and sometimes, it’s my own.)

Yesterday, I had two goals for the afternoon.  Take Sean for new school shoes and get some groceries.  I looked out my front window, noticed finger prints and thought “That’s right, we’re out of window cleaner, I need to get some.”

I managed to get the shoes.  But we took Maura with us.  And Maura decided to throw big huge hissy fits all the way down from the shoe store to the food store.  When she decided to go limp and slide to the ground for the 13th time, even though I was in site of the grocery store, I went “F**k it.”  (in my inside voice, don’t worry.)

And now, I sit here, looking at fingerprints on my windows.

My life is a constant state of “Drop everything and take care of this most pressing issue.”  It could be as easy as “Crap, I forgot Mim had practice today.”  It could be a phone call of “Mom, Zoey’s bleeding.”  It’s always “Shoot, what’s for dinner?”  (One doesn’t really do food storage here in Ireland.  They don’t really do food preservatives, not to mention, there’s never enough room to store food…and my kids keep eating it all.)

Even when I get all humans out of the house, the dogs will be obnoxious..  Zoey started my day off howling.  Howling!  At 6:30 in the a.m.  I looked down the stairs and was all “What is wrong with you?”  Nothing.  Mim wanted to know why I was making that noise.

And just this instant, I had to stop and get up and shoo dogs away from the red delicious crayon they were fighting over to chew up.  I’m not sure where they find these things sometimes.

And I can hear them chewing up something right now…hold on…

I spend my life being interrupted.  If I’m on the phone, someone desperately needs to tell me something. If I’m eating, someone needs something cut up.  If I’m sleeping, someone needs to vomit, or be awake and needs company.  If I’m knitting, someone wants to curl up on my lap (be it child or small dog.)  If I’m writing, someone has a question they need an answer to.  Or in Maura’s case, she just wants to hang out with me.  And touch the screen.  Which makes me rethink the whole touch screen tablet thing.

I’ve been pulled in so many directions and had to quickly change gears constantly for the past sixteen years.  At this point, I don’t know if I can finish a complete thought or sentence or task straight through.  I’m constantly anticipating the interruption.

So if I seem a bit ADHD or flighty or disorganized, it’s not from lack of effort on my part.  It’s just because I am constantly interrup

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5 Responses to “Life Interrupted”

  1. Jessica February 26, 2013 at 5:19 am #

    Not to state the obvious (well, I will). You have four children, one child has special needs. You manage household where said children needs food, house needs to be in some state of order (order being a matter of definition), two dogs that enter mischief land rather often.. It would be far more surprising and maybe somewhat disturbing if you were Martha Steward-ish.
    I don’t have children, neither do I have dogs, nor a house and I certainly feel at a loss if I have more than two things to accomplish. Then I usually operate under the assumption that chaos is the order of things and that I just need to pull it together. Works sometimes.

    Maybe you do have ADHD, or not. There are ways to find out if one feels it to be necessary. I use a quote every now and then; it’s not dysfunction, it’s life.

    Love the new design, btw. Too bad your purple template doesn’t work. It was really neat. .

  2. charlie February 26, 2013 at 10:36 am #

    True, it is LIFE, but yours is extremely challenging. However, you handle it with grace and humor and take the time to share with us. How does this affect your readers? It helps us keep our lives in perspective. It helps us think about others who have more challenges than we. It encourages us to reach out and help our children and neighbors with special needs children. You enrich our lives on many levels and I thank you for taking the time.

    • phoebz4 February 26, 2013 at 1:58 pm #

      what a lovely response! Thanks!

  3. Meetoo February 26, 2013 at 1:55 pm #

    Fair play! You nailed it all down! And, well, thanks!

  4. Jennifer February 27, 2013 at 2:09 am #

    I am so totally there with you! My Dr. Told me a few years ago that I had “fireman syndrome”….not ever really able to relax because I’m ALWAYS on call. I have taken to apologizing in advance by saying “I’m interrupted so often, I started interrupting myself.” I can rarely complete a sentence these days.

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