If You Give A Mouse A Cookie is a children's book that describes a mouse who wants a cookie, and to go with his cookie, a glass of milk, his glass of milk gives him a milk mustache, so he has to go to the sink to wash up, while in the bathroom he notices he needs a haircut...etc.
And so it goes in my life, I start to do something, and in the process of doing that initial something, I go off on a tangent of other things, and on and on it goes. Here's an example, I pull my clothes out of the dryer and take them to the bedroom to fold, and in route from the laundry room I notice the dryer sheet, so I pull it out to throw away, but I have taken out the garbage and need a new trash bag. I go looking for a new trash bag, and find one, but as I pass the pantry on the way to the trash can my eye catches a can of pumpkin and I remember I have been wanting to make pumpkin bread, so I pull out the rough ingredients, but need to consult a recipe book for specifics. I find the recipe book, which is page marked with a ticket stub from a concert, and I decide to put it with my scrapbook stuff, where I find the scotch tape and remember I need to wrap a birthday present to take to institute, which reminds me that I need to print off a quote for class and on the way to the computer, I pass my laundry basket with clothes still waiting to be folded.
The good news is, I am burning calories and likely exceeding the daily recommended steps in a day. My question though is am I still carrying the garbage bag around with me? Where did the dryer sheet end up? And now that I have the scotch tape, how many rounds about the house will it take to get the present wrapped?
3 comments:
Ha. I'm the same way. Isn't it funny how easily we can get distracted away from our tasks by the other little things around us.
That is funny and SO TRUE. I think that's why I end up doing so much stuff at the last minute. Not remembering it but finishing it up right before I run out the door.
Ha ha ha! It must be a desease and we all caught it from eachother when we lived together. Sometimes I go around in so many circles I make myself dissy.
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