Is it ADD???

I have sat down to post many times now and I just keep getting distracted. I have been noticing this quite often lately. For example..... I wake up around 5:30am each day and set off to do all of those things on my mental to do list. Upon pouring my cup of sanity, I mean coffee, I realize the dishwasher is full and clean and needing to be emptied so the mountain of dirty dishes can be hidden. So off I go to empty the dishwasher. After a few pieces have found their homes, I notice how messy my cabinets are so I decide to organize them before adding anymore dishes. I pull out all that doesn't belong and start to put them in their proper homes. I take the unused cookbooks back to their home in the dining room and bang my leg on the dishwasher door I forgot to close. I am on my way to the bathroom to get a band aid for the gaping wound on my leg while all of my boys watch in utter amazement at how cool the blood looks. I put on my veggie tales band aid ( cuz that is all we have) and as I am heaving my giant leg off of the sink I notice all of the sparkly blue toothpaste painted on my sink and counter. Before I can wipe that up, the baby cries...time to nurse. Pause 20 minutes.... Back to work. While nursing the baby I see a family of ants that is having a picnic of lucky charms cereal on my living room floor ( no marshmallows of course, they are the only thing they want to eat) I grab the ant spray and a broom and break up the picnic when the phone rings. It is my husband, he asks me to wash some underwear for him for he is out. No problem I say. I head up to gather all of the laundry and notice that clothes is falling out of the drawers in my kids rooms so I begin to fix that. Well I realize that half of this clothes is NEVER worn anymore so I make piles of that which we will save, donate, and trash. I head down to get a bin to put them in and the baby cries...time to nurse. Pause 20 minutes......Back to work. I decide to pee because my body kept demanding it. I again find the sparkly blue toothpaste in the bathroom and internally complain because no one has cleaned it up yet, but leave it alone because my toilet is a mess. Apparently boys have a hard time hitting the target. I go back to the kitchen to get the toilet cleaner and realize it is lunch time. I make a gourmet lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for all when the phone rings. Husband again (he calls on break, lunch, and on the way home every day). Now I remember that I was doing laundry. Quickly and purposefully I gather the laundry and head down to start a load. I open the washer to find a load fermenting in there. I rewash that and throw in a couple of pairs of underwear for the hubby. Start the dryer to get the wrinkles out of the load that has been sitting in there for a couple of days when the baby cries....time to nurse. Pause 20 minutes. Back to work. I get up to get a glass of water because nursing sucks you dry, when my adorable 4 year old walks in the room wearing EVERY piece of clothes that was on his floor. I forgot to finish cleaning that up and he is doing a fashion show. I ask him, kindly and gently, to please take off all 21 layers of clothes and put it back in the piles they were in (HAHAHA). I hear the dryer buzz and head down to change the loads. On the way I find a few pieces of clothing from the fashion show on the floor and they are wet. After a very scientific experiment of smelling the clothes, I realize that they have been peed on. Now these were the outermost layers, so I begin to wonder where the rest of them are. I follow the trail until all are in my possession and head back to the laundry room when lo and behold baby cries....time to nurse. Pause 20 minutes. Back to work. I head back in the kitchen to get that drink of water and realize there are no glasses in the cabinet. Oh yeah, the dishwasher. So I unload that when my wonderful husband walks in the door from work. He asks what I did today and my only reply can be "I unloaded the dishwasher"(I have left out most of the interruptions from the kids because I figured this was long enough). Somehow I get up at 5:30am, create a disaster in my path, and only manage to unload the dishwasher. Stuff still on counters, sparkly blue toothpaste still in sink, clothes unsorted, underwear not dried, laundry not folded, water not drank. And that is a day in my life!!!