Vanishing Weekends?

Do you ever ask yourself on Monday Mornings “Where did the weekend go?”

I know I was busy the whole time, but yet somehow I feel I got nothing accomplished and my to-do list has doubled in size.  One thing my mother taught me was to make to-do lists.  She had them posted all over the house, and still does.  I started leaving them for my kids, for when they come home from school.  One of her tricks was at the end of the day, if she completed something that was not on her list, she would still write it and then cross it off.  It made her feel like she had accomplished things even if her list did not get shorter. 

I find myseld easily distracted from my lists, mostly because I have so many balls in the air that I juggle on a daily basis.  I have a few lists going at on right now; a daily list, short term goals and long term goals.  I every much enjoy reading some of other people’s to-do lists.  Below is a funny, that I thought I would share, it has a remarkable resemblance to the chain of events of my weekend ~ enjoy!

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. –
Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
This is how it manifests:
I decide to water my garden.
As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.
As I start toward the garage,
I notice mail on the porch table that
I brought up from the mail box earlier.
I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.
I lay my car keys on the table,
put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
and notice that the can is full.
So, I decide to put the bills back
on the table and take out the garbage first.
But then I think,
since I’m going to be near the mailbox
when I take out the garbage anyway,
I may as well pay the bills first.
I take my check book off the table,
and see that there is only one check left.
My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
so I go inside the house to my desk where
I find the can of Pepsi I’d been drinking.
I’m going to look for my checks,
but first I need to push the Pepsi aside
so that I don’t accidentally knock it over.
The Pepsi is getting warm,
and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.
As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi,
a vase of flowers on the counter
catches my eye–they need water.
I put the Pepsi on the counter and
discover my reading glasses that
I’ve been searching for all morning.
I decide I better put them back on my desk,
but first I’m going to water the flowers.
I set the glasses back down on the counter,
fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
Someone left it on the kitchen table.
I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
I’ll be looking for the remote,
but I won’t remember that it’s on the kitchen table,
so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
but first I’ll water the flowers.
I pour some water in the flowers,
but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.
So, I set the remote back on the table,
get some towels and wipe up the spill.
Then, I head down the hall trying to
remember what I was planning to do.

At the end of the day:
the car isn’t washed
the bills aren’t paid
there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter
the flowers don’t have enough water,
there is still only 1 check in my check book,
I can’t find the remote,
I can’t find my glasses,
and I don’t remember what I did with the car keys.
Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
I’m really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
and I’m really tired.
I realize this is a serious problem,
and I’ll try to get some help for it,
but first I’ll check my e-mail….
Don’t laugh — if this isn’t you yet, your day is coming!!



  1. catnip35 Said:

    OMG. This is me exactly. I love this post!

  2. we_be_toys Said:

    Oh no! And I thought it was just me…! Strangely, it gives me comfort to know I’m not the only one who can’t remember where I parked my car, or where my keys are, or my sunglasses, or my brain, for that matter!

  3. Alex Said:

    Thanks for the information. Added you to bookmark))
    Your new reader.

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