I've been afflicted with it for several years and can't seem to get it under control. There's no cure and no medication.
It's called one-more-thing-itis.
Have you ever thought that you could do one more thing, carry one more bag, read one more page or pull one more weed and still get to work (or bed) on time? If so, you might have it too!
When I'm getting ready for work, I will put my breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. And that looks so much neater, I will wipe off the table and rinse the dish cloth and fold it and the towel neatly at the sink. Then, because I have a little bit of time, I will do 'just one more' little chore and end up rushing to get to school on time!
It's especially bad on Friday's because that's trash day. Sometimes I forget to clean out the fridge the night before so I have to do that, then put the dishes in the dishwasher, then that looks so nice and neat, I wipe off the shelves of the fridge. Then I will take out the trash. And if I take it to the curb, Les won't have to. Then I remember the trash in the shed. Then I pull a few weeds on the way to the shed and back to put in the trash.........
Then I rush to the car and wonder what the heck am I doing messing around, I've got to get to work and what are these idiot drivers doing meandering along like we've got all the time in the world and the stoplight is red. Forever. Then parents are lined up dropping off their kids and since the kid's legs are surely either broken or crippled or they are just plain lazy, the parents have to drive through the teacher's parking lot--backwards--to let them off right at the door.
People--I don't have time for this......
But, if I could just get rid of this disease--one-more-thing-itis--I'd have plenty of time and people wouldn't be so stupid!
Many stories herein are subject to the faulty, and sometimes creative, memory of the blog owner and should not be taken as factual, although the names and events are real! Kind of.