My ADD in action

Sometimes, I just have to laugh at myself. At other times, I talk to myself, but that's another subject. The following episode happened a short while ago.
First, let me apologize to my sons if I have passed down any of my ADD characteristics to them. I don't think so because all three of them seem to be stable, level-headed, clear-thinking men. Me, on the other hand...
It all started with a trip to the kitchen to get a piece of gum. Simple enough endeavor, you assume. That's how it usually starts. Innocently. Anyway, while perusing the flavors of gum available to me, I noticed a "rug stopper" on the kitchen island. A "rug stopper" is one of those tacky (sticky - not ugly tacky) that you put under a throw rug to keep them from sliding around. I remembered that I needed to install the rug stopper. I forget about the gum.
I go back to the living room and lift one corner of the rug. I notice dust and dirt under it. I go to the staircase leading down to my shop/garage/laundry room and get my broom and dustpan.
I sweep from under the rug. I notice that the kitchen and breakfast area both could use a sweeping, so I sweep them, too.
When dumping my dustpan into the trash, I notice an empty box of Ritz crackers. That reminds me to add Ritz to the grocery list.
Adding Ritz to the list reminds me that I need to stir the grilled chicken pasta salad that I had made earlier today. (When I eat the salad, I plan to eat some Ritz with it. So there is SOME order to my madness.) I take the pasta salad from the fridge and stir it. I turn around and try to remember what I was doing before stirring the pasta salad. Oh, yes. The rug stopper.
But, wait a minute. The floors look nice and clean; don't they? I figure that, as long as the floors are freshly swept, I may as wall Swiffer mop them. Back to the staircase to get my Swiffer mop.
I keep a pair of flip-flops by the staircase. I use them if I'm going outside for a minute. I notice that I have tracked in some dirt on them so I get the broom again and sweep the threshold. I figure as long as I'm sweeping the threshold, why not sweep the entire stairway leading down to the garage/laundry room/shop. So I do.
Now I stop for a second to assess my situation. Why am I sweeping the stairwell? Oh, yeah! I need to install the rug stopper. Back to the living room.
I move a recliner to free the other corner of the rug. There is dirt under the recliner. Back to the broom and dustpan. I then figure I may as well sweep under the other recliner, too. I do so.
Now I install the rug stopper, reposition the rug and recliners and walk to the kitchen, being careful not to step on the freshly-mopped floor, I walk on the runners down the hallway.
Then, the absurdity of it all hits me. I laugh and ask myself what the hell I was thinking? I have jumped from one task to another to another, all while watching and listening to an SEC baseball tournament game on the TV, and I still don't have a piece of gum. Since the floor was still wet, I decided to send this email to my family and friends. Maybe they understand why I'm like I am!!