Finally, after 3 months I found a banana that fit into our banana holder!
We’re relocating our fish tanks, because corals are so much more interesting to me than freshwater fish, but first the current residents had to vacate. So we our donated our freshwater fish to a local aquarium store, siphoned all the water out (mmm, fishwater on the lips), and made a huge mess (and had a tantrum) removing the rocks.
We carried the heavy tank down the stairs (I say we but it was mostly my partner by herself, who was being macho), then the stand. Then we started making RODI water with our fancy new filter.
Here’s the big tank, already half-full.
One workday, I wanted to make filtered water as well as work. I was super motivated- I probably had gotten enough sleep the night before. Amazingly restorative, sleep. So I turned on the water in the basement and went back upstairs to my office.
You know where this is going, don’t you?
Luckily, my mom came over about 30 minutes later and I remembered the water before the jug of filtered water was completely full. I was putting the “dirty” water into the washer to use in a cold water load, and the washer was only partly full, too. Phew!
Then my mom and daughter left, I started filtering another jug, and I went upstairs again. Sillily, I utilitzed neither timer nor note, and this time I remembered AFTER the 5 gallon jug was full, about an hour later. I raced down into the basement, eyes wide, heart pumping, sure I was going to be splashing through inches of water as I approached the laundry corner. But lo! The jug was overflowing into the sink (as expected)… and the washer? I could hear water still running even after I shut off the tap, and the floor was wet. I watched and waited, holding my breath, but no puddle appeared. Miraculously, someone had designed the washer to overflow out the hose in the back! I was saved!
That washer had more water in it than any I’ve ever seen. I had to bail some out before I could start a load, or I think it would’ve splashed all over even with the lid on.
If you’ve ever wondered how full you can fill a washing machine, see below. The ball is for perspective (not for fun, sorry). I did make enough water for the tank that day, although I stopped filtering after that.
Have you done something like this before? Let me know in the comments!
I’m having a tough couple of weeks at work. Stress levels are high, and I’m becoming even more neurotic around the house in order to control what I can.
Trying to write now, the sound of the running water in the aquarium is distracting. So is the bathroom fan. There aren’t any pets scrumping in the cat box, or crumpling paper bags, or meowing or barking, but during the day there frequently are. My point: everything I hear takes priority in my brain. Nothing fades into the distance unless I’m REALLY into something. And a cat just knocked something over, yay. Having ADHD makes it really hard to concentrate since our brains can’t distinguish between important sounds and sounds that really should be background.
I’m going to quit now and find something I really want to listen to; then maybe I won’t have to hear anything else.
Even though I lauded myself in the last post for actually completing a project, I want to share with you an adhd bump I had along the way.
It wasn’t a big one, just typical: I planned to mail the quilt to my coworker on my lunch break, so I wrote her address on a sticky note, went downstairs to get the package off my dining room table, and drove to the post office. Once I was there, can you guess what happened? I forgot to actually BRING the address with me. It was the last day I could send it so it’d be there on time, and I didn’t have time to go home and then go back to the post office.
Most everyone does this once in a while, but when you’re me, it happens … somewhat frequently. That was a day when I couldn’t give myself a break, a day that I despaired over my adhd, and a day that I ended up hating myself for something I can’t control.
Have you done anything similar recently? Please share in the comments.
I finished my first quilt in a year last week. It was only a baby quilt, but oy vey, it took almost as long as a big quilt! My coworker’s colors were light pink, mint, and grey, with a woodland theme. I had a bit of a time finding all four (and wow, do I love polka dots!), but I think it came out all right. At least she got it before her baby was born, even if I did miss the shower by a couple of weeks! This is really good for me, since it can be very hard for me to finish projects.
Also, I swear I pressed my fabric, but for some reason it never gets completely wrinkle-free.
My partner and I went antiquing and estate saling today, and I captured some provocative faces.
This poor child, in her cardboard prison, trying to stay positive:
I’m not sure what this person is looking at; they seem a little wary:
This pig is holier than thou:
I’d probably be making a nasty mug if I was all cooped up in a basement antique mall, too.
Welcome, one and all! (Except haters– you all can back off!) Here we will share in the foibles, craftiness, and procrastination of a woman with ADHD. Please feel free to comment, if you’re so moved.