I know. I’m old. Shut it:
- I’m like an old lady in many regards. For example, if I know someone is driving on a long road trip, I demand that s/he call me when s/he leaves and when s/he arrives at the destination. I worry. I get that “please-don’t-be-dead-in-a-ditch” anxiety until I know someone is safe.
- Every time I’m looking for my stapler, I make the stapling movement in the air with my right hand until I find it. EVERY. DAMN. TIME.
- Same thing with scissors. I make the cutting motion until I have them in my hand. OCD? Just plain weird? Probably a bit of both.
- Anyone from here that I communicate offline with knows and (hopefully) understands that I maintain “radio silence” with Tumblr and my phone during the weekends. I’m with my kids just about every weekend, and I want to focus solely on them, since I don’t get to be with them every day like I wish I could. Tumblr and IMing become too distracting for Mr. A.D.D. here, so I just eliminate it on the weekends.
- Following through with Number 4 is becoming increasingly difficult each weekend. Especially the long ones.
I said “long ones”.


