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As you wake up in the morning, you feel the warmth of the sun shining through the
window. Your thoughts are clear, your mood is bright. You could lay there all day and
bask in the beauty that surrounds you.
"Come on, let's get moving!" a voice cries out from the bottom of the stairs. "OOPS!" you throw back the blankets and jump out of bed. Late for breakfast again! "We go through this every morning, you lay in bed daydreaming and by the time you get down here the food is cold and you aren't even dressed" your significant other reminds you as you grab a piece of toast and head back up to your room in search of something to wear for the day. As you fly down the stairs and head out the door you realize you forgot your lunch, your keys and that report you worked so hard on the night before. "What is it going to take to get you organized? You know you need the same things every day when you leave, yet we go through this crazed ritual time after time. Frankly, I'm sick and tired of the whole thing. You need to do something about that memory of yours before it gets you into real trouble." You climb into the car and head for work. That beautiful feeling you had as you awoke this morning is beginning to haze over like a morning fog covering the ground just enough to make it barely visible. Self-doubt and mind-chatter invade your thoughts bringing your mood level down by about five points. You still have the whole day ahead of you, you can't allow negativity to take over and spoil it. The ride to work is enough to stir your nerves even farther; traffic jams and honking horns, the noise pierces through your brain relentlessly. You want to scream but you're afraid if you let go, you'll never get it back. On the way into your office you hand over your report to the boss's secretary. Ten minutes later the phone rings, "I need to see you in my office right away." Great, now what? "You call this a report?" Your boss's face turns redder as his voice gets louder. "My son is in junior high, he could do a better job than this. This is getting old fast, I've given you too many chances already. Here, fix it and get it right this time. I need it on my desk by ten o'clock or we'll be having a serious talk!" What will you do? It took hours to write that report, now he wants it re-done with in the
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