Adult ADD

My husband accuses me of having adult Attention Deficit Disorder. He also, like most men, doesn't recognize my fantastic multitasking abilities. He seems to think that I can't look at Facebook on my phone or type on my computer and listen to him at the same time. Which is entirely possible; however, the smart aleck in me can't help but point out that he SAW me sitting here doing something before he started trying to talk to me! And I wondered where my kids got that from...
Anyway, back to my ADD. I am not the same person I was before I became a mother. A high school classmate and I have agreed that our children come into our rooms while we sleep and suck our brains out of our ears through a straw. In addition to that, I would like to share with you just what goes into the writing of a post for this blog.
While walking into the kitchen, I glanced at my watch and saw that I had approximately 30 minutes before I needed to get the children ready for swimming lessons. Perfect! I headed to the computer. As soon as I sat down, our one indoor/outdoor cat started yelling at me through the window. I got up to let her in, then on my way through the kitchen I realized that the counter was full of dirty dishes. I loaded the dishwasher and turned it on. Back to my office. I sat down, read at least one pointless news story on the front page of AOL, and then switched over to Blogger. I typed the title of my post. The baby showed up and demanded that I turn on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, or else. That ought to buy me a few minutes. Thank you, Lord, for a DVR. I returned to my computer, and typed approximately two sentences.
One of my older children popped in and informed me that she was ready for breakfast. While fixing her breakfast, I heard the washer cut off. I unloaded and reloaded it, then came back to the office. Again. I found my train of thought at the bottom of a ravine. It was in a crumpled, steaming pile near where it had derailed. I typed a little more, two entire paragraphs this time, and the baby strolled back in. I knew from the green cloud following her that I was about to be interrupted yet again. Sigh. On the way into the bedroom I noticed how dirty my bathroom was. Bathroom counter cleaned and diaper changed, I was back at it. Until the short people showed up. Was it time for swimming lessons yet? Oh, crap. Yes, yes it was.
And with that, my post was finished. So do I have ADD? I don't know. People just KEEP ON interrupting me. Maybe I could focus on one thing for hours at a time. Who knows? I'd love to have the opportunity to try! I'm thinking that if I do have ADD, it's totally my kids' fault. The baby is back, yelling, "I want to hold you, Mommy!" I give up.