The other day I was picking up the house. There were legos, baseballs, and books all over my boy’s room. I think it was the 97th time I had picked up the same toys in the last 3 days. I took a deep breath and went on to clean the next room. When I did, I noticed my planner sitting at my desk, then my eyes shifted to the trash I needed to empty, and oh wait there was my phone; I remembered I needed to call my mom to ask her something. My mind was going in 456 thousand directions, and the second I picked up my phone I realized I added about 8 more.