I have adult ADHD.

I waited until I was forty-nine years old before I finally admitted to my doctor that I could not focus. He gave me the ADHD test and yep I scored way up there in like the 95% range. 

Knowing that I had this explained a lot of things to me. I wasn’t just a ditzy blonde. My brain just chose not to tune in when I laid my keys up in the attic of my last house.

My ADHD is why I must have two phones. I have my cell phone which I talk on and my house phone to call my cell phone when I can not find it for the tenth time in a day.

It is frustrating to have ADHD and to be ambitious and driven like I am. It has caused me quite a few moments of total chagrin and embarrassment. Like when I drive off and see my coffee cup flying off the top of my car or when I forget the date of an event I was so looking forward to attending. 

I have had more than one boss point out to me that I have no organizational skills and somehow the fact that I am cute and sweet doesn’t seem to cut the mustard. 

There are two felines in my house though who are thrilled that I have ADHD. They are my two female cats  and they stay in my bedroom most of the day. I have a litter pan nearby in my bathroom and they have a food and water dish in my bedroom.

I will admit my cats are spoiled. They get food in the morning, fresh water and their litter pans are cleaned several times a day. I also give them Taste Temptations every morning and  every time I come inside the house from shopping or work. 

Taste temptations are to cats like a molten lava chocolate cake is to women with PMS. It is a necessary luxury after the first taste. 

The only problem is that I have more than a few feeding locations for my cats. In fact tonight I actually counted and I have eleven bowls scattered throughout my house for my cats. (Yeah, I have several cats which are horizontally challenged in the midriff area)

So after I feed the cats in the morning in my kitchen then I have to go to my laundry room and fill that bowl and then I go to my bedroom to sprinkle some treats on their food. 

There was a couple of times when I could not remember whether I had done the bedroom round. My poor females, who are elderly, came out of the bedroom with the most pitiful look on their furry faces. 

I apologized profusely, ran to get the treats and gave them some. I think that they may have figured out that I don’t remember routine tasks well so they started playing the pitiful look on a more regular basis to get more treats. 

I noticed that this was becoming a habit for them and I knew that every time they pulled that stunt I had not forgotten to give them their treats…  Or had I?… I better make sure and go give them some more. 🙂