How Many Edens Does It Take to Make Dinner

Just one, but you better give her all day. Today brought another attack of my adult ADD, which by the way, isn't helped by getting brain cancer.

As I prepared to make dinner (I began it in the a.m. so it could cook in a crock pot) I had to decide what to do first: clean the already dirty kitchen, defrost chicken, cut vegetables or prepare sauce.

So I called my mother, as I was cleaning the kitchen.  

I said, "Hi mom, I'm multi-tasking."

And as I talked to her, I wondered aloud what it was that made me call her at that particular time.  That's the good and bad part about having a brain injury--no impulse control. I have been known to call people while I'm frying an egg, too.

Then I said goodbye, and finally I focused. While the chicken defrosted I finished cleaning the kitchen, unloading the clean dishes one dish at a time, and loading dirty ones the same way.

Again. Why? Why is it so hard for me to be efficient? And the thing is I'm "with it" enough to know that I'm not "with it".  I guess this should be comforting, but instead it's frustrating.

I miss my brain, such as it was.