ADCD: My One Flaw

First, I just want to say, I welcome any late, straggling, procrastinating, just too darn busy, 5QF'ers (ummm...did I just say F'er?). The MckLinky always remains open for a few days! Have at it!!

Okay, now...back to my post!

I'm curious if anyone else suffers from Attention Deficit Cleaning Disorder, or ADCD (not to be confused with the ever hip and aging band, ACDC)?

You know, when you are gung ho on accomplishing, say...cleaning your bedroom?

You start, you're rarin' to go, you're pluggin' away, when you realize the reason said bedroom is such a wreck is because you are in limbo.

Summer clothes, fall clothes, winter clothes...you've been living out of a tote 'cuz you've been too dang lazy to make the big switch.

So, with a *sigh*, you sit down and do the exchange...summer for fall. Done deal...kind of, 'cuz midway through you have a couple of large piles of "I'll never be caught dead in that midriff baring tank top again" or "I'll never fit into that unless I starve myself for a year" clothes.

To remedy the teetering tower of clothes problem that you've created, you move said piles to their respective place...the Goodwill closet (I'm wondering if they make house calls?) or, the garbage.

When you reach the garbage, you find that the dryer is done. Being the flake efficient person you are, you empty it, refill it and plop down on the couch to fold.

Approximately 3.7 minutes into folding, your nose starts to run...so you get up to get a Kleenex in the bathroom.

In the bathroom, you encounter a jumbled mess of a sink, so you start to tidy up...sorting through your make-up bag, tossing tids and tads of expired make-up (does Goodwill take used make-up?), maybe even doing a little make-up experimenting (a smokey eye, anyone?).

Deep in your tidying thoughts, you realize you suffer from aforementioned Attention Deficit Cleaning Disorder, and think, "Hmmmm, that might make a fun blog post."

You then abandon all cleaning, tidying, sorting, drying, nose blowing, make-up experimenting and head for your computer, where you happily start tappity tapping away.

Then, you notice (*insert spooky organ here*) duh, duh, duh, duuuuhhhhhh...the mess you left during your last blogging escapade.

So, you "Save as Draft", and clean up your computer desk (which, who am I kidding, is a folding table...groaning under the weight of your ancient, pre-historic computer).

Bringing up the dirty glasses and putting them in the sink, you notice what a fine and outstanding job your kiddos and husband have done on cleaning the kitchen.

You then have an unstoppable surge of guilt and remember your original task, that which was cleaning your room.

You take a slow, meandering gander about your home to find that, indeed, you have been blogging cleaning for hours and have accomplished...nothing.

Not a darn thing.

The bedroom is still in disarray, the clothes are barely folded, the Goodwill closet needs to be nailed shut, lest it explode with the contents of your castaways, the bathroom is still cluttered, and you've got some funky, weird, grotesque "smokey eye" thing goin' on...

But at least you have a completed blog post.

Yup...I most definitely suffer from ADCD.