A.D.H.D. It Ain't No Fairy Tale...

Today I am "in a mood."

There's nothing or no one to blame. I'm just feeling overwhelmed. The laundry keeps piling up, along with the piles of dog hair, the weeds in the garden and the dishes in the sink. I keep plodding along, washing, folding, vacuuming, scrubbing...and it keeps getting dirty over and over and OVER again. I try to be positive, like Cinderella happily doing her chores. And then...I get distracted, so I decide to Google..."Cinderella happily doing her chores." and I come up with this little gem:

I don't feel sorry for Cinderella anymore. Now, I know the truth about the little brat. In truth, she is a spoiled child of loving parents. She suffers from ADHD and a huge case of selfishness with a side order of self-pity.

That raggedy old dress you see her in all the time, in truth, it was brand new last week. Instead of changing into her work clothes for chore time, she'd wear it to pick berries, clean the ashes out of the fireplace, and an assortment of other mundane tasks, all of which she had been told a hundred times before not to do in her good clothes. That raggedy old dress you see her in all the time, in truth, it was brand new last week. Instead of changing into her work clothes for chore time, she'd wear it to pick berries, clean the ashes out of the fireplace, and an assortment of other mundane tasks, all of which she had been told a hundred times before not to do in her good clothes.

The reason she seems to always be doing chores while her stepsisters were playing was because she spent ten times the time doing her chores as it took the average person to do them. It also didn't help that she kept getting sidetracked playing with the pesky mice rather than staying focused on what she was doing.

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OMG!! I knew I loved Cinderella!! We are sooo much alike! I wish Disney would do a "very special" episode of Cinderella and Prince Charming's marriage on Disney Family. Perhaps they could delve into Cinderella's dirty little secret, and how her handsome young husband copes with her issues.

Does he accept Cinderella's condition lovingly? Or does he explode in a rage when he returns from a long day ruling the kingdom, to find that Cindy ordered a pizza for dinner and forgot to pick up his dry cleaning.

Does Cinderella go on Adderall? What is she taking that keeps that perpetual smile plastered on her face?

I can't answer for Cinderella, but I can speak for myself.

I might not have all the laundry done...EVER. I may never learn to enjoy scrubbing toilets, but I am very blessed, and so, like Cinderella, I will strive to keep a positive attitude, despite the frustration we cause those closest to us.

This is my Facebook status today:

Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at
least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we
didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us
all be thankful. ~Buddha

The Buddha, Cinderella and me. We make a great team.

Oh and P.S. If you call me lazy, selfish, or spoiled, I will slap you with a lawsuit...I have a DISABILITY, you got that? No, I haven't been diagnosed by a doctor, but it IS a huge issue. It's not nice to make fun of people who have problems. So don't do it.

*HUGS*

Love ya. xoxoxo

New bike and far too much mud.

Well, I finally have him. A new bike. An XC bike, with wee little wheels and gears. I must say all these aspects of this bike are rather confounding. I really don't know what to do with these gears, or how to ride these wee little wheels, to tell you the truth.

SO I trundled up to Illanbah, aka: the hill of certain death—having not ridden the new bike, or indeed any 26" bike, or geared bike, for months. I really didn't know what was going on! For the first lap, I managed to keep Jodie in my sight till I binned in. The first time. Then there was the second time. Yes, it was a truly muddy cesspool of grossness at times out t
here. My legs...were meh. There was nothing special going on there.

Lap 2/4 I kepped at it, chipping away...when I binned it some more—what was wrong with me? A dude rushes past me, putting me in a tree, then off the side of the track with my saddle 120 degrees around from where it should be. I am wrestling it like a python in the Amazone, when Kylie toodles past me (always a smile there—awesome!), and as I continue to wrestle my saddle my motivation slips away.

I felt like this bloke:


I kind of just roll around for the rest of the race. I wanted better than this—but if there's any consolation, I stopped crashing when I took it easy and rolled around, AND I am over my lifelong fear of Illanbah. It's not too bad at all...as long as I'm not acutely hypoxic and thowing my bike down the hill. With some more intensity MTB TT's to figure out how to keep it upright when i'm at 92%, I will be right...right?

Anyway, on a nicer note, I did toodle up Nebo on the dirt yesterday, something that I avoid because I think it's quite boring. And boring it is, but it's only around an hour up riding quickish tempo, and then you can pin it down really fast, so it's a good day of climbing.

One thing that's really hard to get used to with the gears, is spinning up climbs. I am sure it's far slower, but it does prevent combustion. I would much rather pin it DOWN Nebo in the big ring the whole way and just muscle over the climbs SS style.