My mom-Case example of adult attention deficit disorder

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My mother is one of the hardest working people I know. She certainly has two full-time jobs. First is being the mother of our family. The second, one she is actually paid for, is a nurse supervisor in an outpatient surgery unit at our local hospital. She claims that she is only part-time but since I'm confident most weeks she is cutting into overtime...I don't think she really can do that.

Unfortunately my mother has not learned the art of efficiency. She is a self and family diagnosed victim of adult attention deficit disorder. No task is ever complete until 3 more have begun.

New Year's Eve day I sleepily awakened at 10:00 to the sound of clunking on the stairs in our house. It was my mother taking the vacuum cleaner up the stairs to vacuum the living room. Now the vacuum cleaner did make it up the stairs but I'm confident it sat there for the next 7 hours until 5:00 when mom finally decided to vacuum it.

As I entered the bathroom still blurry eyed, I was quickly awakened by the feeling of cold linoleum on my bare feet. The rugs had been removed from the bathroom, placed in the hallway, presumably to wash the bathroom floor, yet the floor was not washed until after lunch. It would only make sense to remove the rugs post filling the bucket with soap and water.

Upon arriving in mom and dad's bedroom I found a dust rag on the bed accompanied by some Christmas knick-nacks. Apparently part-way through dusting the furniture she was distracted. I went to the kitchen for breakfast. Mother was scurrying away making pies and yeast rolls. The pies were for the evening events but the yeast rolls were only her vain effort to bribe me into coming home more. Actually, it may be a very successful effort as they were rather tasty.

The sweet rolls turning out as well as they did is a sheer miracle. At two different points during their mixing Mom couldn't stay focused long enough to add the entire amount of an ingredient. She would answer the phone, sweep the floor, holler at my sister, or some other task that could wait until later.

While scalding milk, she decided that the fax machine needed fixed and to order pictures from Snapfish. Subsequently burning the milk, I'm not sure that pan will ever be quite right again.

Somehow all the tasks were accomplished, the house is in one piece and mom was about to sleep a little bit. I think she'd have more time to rest if she only tried to do one thing at a time.