If you read my bio you would have read that both Tim and Leah have ADD (the jury is still out on Daniel) and that my home is saturated with it. I titled this post as I did for many reasons, but mostly because ADD adds color to my life and most days I wouldn't want my home any other way. ADD is NOT a negative "disorder", but rather a very advantageous attribute of a person when looked upon with enthusiasm and humor.
This is one look into a day of my life with ADD...I'm still laughing...(hysterically laughing)
My morning started with my husband sneaking through our room into Daniel's room (our house is a maze). I assumed he was getting his coat from the closet in the room. To prevent a premature waking of the baby, I quickly sat up and whispered, "Tim, your coat is in the living room." At this point the door between our rooms was already opened. "I'm not getting my coat, I'm getting my pen and pencil," Tim confidently responded , as if his explanation for going into a sleeping baby's room was completely reasonable. Tim had left the pen and pencil in the pocket of the coat he had worn the previous day. I should note that my husband (unlike me, but I know like many other people out there) has the pen and pencil that he must always use or else "it just doesn't feel right". Well, as you might have already figured out, Daniel woke up. Tim stood in the doorway for a few seconds as he realized in that moment (a moment too late) what he had just done. I laid back down, trying to be understanding of my husband's quirk and not annoyed knowing that Daniel would've probably slept for another hour and a half. So that was the beginning of my day....
Fast forward to the end of the day....
As Tim was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I teased him about his wake up call earlier in the morning. As I giggled at his expense, I told him, "I'm not sure if I would label that as ADD or OCD." He chuckled at himself, since he DID realize his folly. I then proceeded to take my shower. As I started to get the shampoo I realized that the bottle of shampoo no longer had the sticker label on it. Important point- the bottle of conditioner is an identical bottle and it too had a missing sticker label. I flashed back to this morning, when I noticed that the stickers were in the bathroom waste basket, at which point I had thought to myself, "Well, I guess Leah got bored this morning in the shower." Leah is our shower hog, she loves taking showers, singing in the shower, writing notes or Hang Man games (with her brother's bath crayons) on the shower walls for us. So, back to me trying to shampoo my hair....I poured a small amount of from each bottle into my hand trying to discern between shampoo and conditioner. I was fairly certain the substance that was somewhat pearlescent was the shampoo, but I wasn't confident. Tim was still in the bathroom so I asked his opinion. He pointed to the bottle on the right and said, "That's where the shampoo has been." I explained he was correct, but in addition to being de-labelfied, I believed, the bottles had switched sides of the shelf too. Once Tim realized the absent-mindedness that had taken place in the shower he said with a tinge of annoyance, "Leah! Why did she do that?!" I was giggling at this point...and quickly pointed out, "It's kinda like going into a sleeping baby's room to get a pen and pencil, don't ya think?" His tone quickly changed as he smiled and chuckled. I couldn't hardly finish my shower without giggling the entire time, as I thought about my life with these two and how much more interesting they make it. In that moment I thanked God for giving us the gift of laughter and giving me a sense of humor for days like today.
Disclaimer: Tim is aware of everything I write in my posts and laughs alongside me.
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