I decided I might be a bit on the snacky side so I went into the kitchen.
Mama said she wanted the kitchen phone moved to the bedroom, but the cord isn’t long enough to reach her jack. And as it turns out, the cord was hardwired into the phone. I discovered this when I took the bottom of the phone off. (I thought it was just a base and that I could unplug the cord and replace it with the cord already in Mama’s room.) I said a few choice words when I saw the hardwiring job, and dropped a screw.
I thought the screw had rolled under the stove, so I pulled the drawer out. Didn’t find the screw.
Did find a filthy mess, though – so I got the broom and swept the toys and measuring spoons out and dampened a washcloth to spotscrub the floor.
Scrubbed a few spots, then realized that this really ain’t gonna work. So I pulled the stove away from the wall, swept the floor again and scrubbed it with the mop.
Then I looked up and realized that the sides of the stove were filthy, so I cleaned that too.
Then I remembered that I’d wanted to cook something to eat.
That’s not a short attention span, that has something to do with being a mom. I’m not sure what to call it, but it’s exactly the reason why I never seem to be able to get the house clean. On the other hand, everyone else in my house can walk past something that needs to be done and not even notice.
What bothers me the most is that I’m often on my way to food when I get sidelined by cleaning chores. One day I ate lunch at nearly 3pm because I was getting something out of the freezer when the dryer beeped – so I folded the clothes while I was there and continued doing chores until I realized I was shaking from hunger.
Your sub- or un-conscious self has decided it’s more important to do chores than to eat. Hmmmmm… something to ponder.
The chores are more “immediate”. Folding the laundry means just standing there in front of the dryer or the laundry table. Eating means pantry shopping, cooking, keeping the kids busy until I take a few bites, and then washing up afterwards.