Why Didn't Somebody Tell Me?

I have always known the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. But I have always assumed the tree was Steve.

When Ainsley was born, I realized quickly that I couldn't do everything I used to do around the house with two challenging kids around. Only the most important things get done, and we deal with the rest when we can. I assumed I was setting priorities.

My BlackBerry is full of everyone's appointments, lists of things to do, lists of things to buy, lists for everything. I assumed I was being organized.

A couple of nights ago, I printed something from my laptop in the kitchen and walked toward the office to pick it up. On my way, I stopped to pick up Ian's jacket that was on the floor, hung that up, picked up two pairs of Ainsley's shoes and put them away, saw that the laundry needed to be switched and did that, took some coins out of the dryer and put them away, turned off the bathroom light that had been left on hours earlier, then stood in the hallway and wondered, "Now, what was I going to do at this end of the house?" Fifteen minutes later I remembered to get my printed document from the printer tray. I assumed my memory was faulty because, like all typical moms, I have more than enough on my plate.

Then I wondered, "Or is it something else?"

So I asked Steve, "Do you think it's possible that I have ADHD?"

Without even turning from the dishes he was washing, he said, "I don't 'think' you have ADHD..." and let his voice trail off.

Like a slap in the face, initially I was insulted. Over the last 48 hours, however, I have thought about it repeatedly, so much so that this morning I decided to take an adult ADHD quiz to see if there is something to this.

Naturally, I went online. I went to this website and took their quiz. And the result was:

I guess in addition to being Super Mom, I'm a tree, too.