Attention Span is Dwindling

I have a sister in law named Amanda that I totally and completely love. Just remember that because I am going to talk about her. I remember a conversation with her a few years ago about housekeeping. Okay, I won't put it so nicely, cleaning your dang house. Our conversation went something like this:
Amanda: I met someone who cleans house like I do.
Rachel: Oh yeah, who?
Amanda: My friend Dyan.
Rachel: (You are all gonna hate me for this comment. It still hurts me today to think that I said it.) So Dyan is messy too?
Amanda: Oh, no. (stunned that I had said such a thing) Not messy, just nothing gets done very quickly because when she starts cleaning one thing, she realizes something else near there needs to be cleaned or picked up, and so starts that project before she finishes the first one.
Rachel: (feeling VERY horrible about saying what I did) Oh yeah, I do that sometimes too. (Really thinking, I have NEVER done that!)

So two days ago I was talking to my friend Jen. Same type of conversation, except for the jab about being messy. (I love you too Jen!) Jen was so funny. She said she climbed up to change the channel on her radio, which is apparently on top of her kitchen cupboards, and realized how dusty it was up there. So she started to dust and noticed from this angle how dirty the floor was. So she got down and started to clean up the floor when she remembered she needed to get the clothes out of the dryer. So she went to the dryer and saw that the garbage needed to be taken out, and so she did that. On her way back to the dryer, she saw her husband forgot to put a fresh roll of toilet paper on the holder, so she stopped in the bathroom, put the lid down, and changed the toilet paper roll. She then saw the need of a little mop job since she has 3 young boys and proceeded to mop the bathroom floor. Just then she heard World War 3 coming from the living room and figured there must be bloodshed so she ran downstairs, picked up a few Star Wars action figures on the way, and broke up the argument. She decided the boys needed a snack, went to the kitchen and saw her dusting cloth up on top of her cabinets, climbed up and started the cycle all over again.

Okay, so I couldn't remember her version, so I made it up, but you get the point. Yesterday my amazing real estate agent called and told me that 2 agents wanted to see my house today. So I spent most of the afternoon yesterday spiffing up. When the girls went to bed, I brought out the hard core cleaning products and got busy. I don't want to admit it because I have always thought that I am such a together person, but I did the Amanda/Dyan/Jen routine. I would be cleaning something really well last night and see something else that needed my attention and completely forget the other thing that I was going to do and why I was standing in the kitchen with a roll of paper towels under one arm, a handful of Kelsey's artwork in the other hand, and a Polly Pocket I found in MY bathroom in my mouth. What project was I headed to? By the way, if anyone can explain why the toy vacuum and the Polly Pockets always end up in MY bathroom, let me know.

This picture shows that Kendal has more of an attention span than I have had lately. Kendal watched an ENTIRE episode of Dora today. That is simply amazing for her. What is wrong with all of us frazzled-brained housekeeping mothers?


By the way Amanda, I am so sorry about that conversation with you. I must have totally hurt your sweet little feelings. I love you girl and I am a member of your club now.