As you probably know, I'm a terrible combination of perfectionist and ADHD. I literally cannot make myself slow down enough to think before I act, which means that I end up I spending a lot of time thinking about what I should have done, or should have said, or (more often) shouldn't have said. Have you ever experienced presque vu? It's when you just know the word you want to use, but you can't seem to think of the right one. Most people just shrug it off, but with the way my brain works, I'll suddenly blurt out the forgotten word days or even weeks later. I think about it in my spare time without realizing it, only because I can't just accept that a word could be so easily forgotten. Crazy, right? And that's just how much I think about something as inconsequential as a single word!
As frustrating as my obsession may be, I feel that it is the driving force behind my love of homemaking. Some people groan and grumble at the thought of cooking dinner or scrubbing the baseboards, but my perfectionism makes it an enjoyable challenge--most of the time. After a long day, my Type A self retires to its mental chambers, leaving the inexperienced Type B Michele to tentatively poke her figurative head out of her possibly less figurative shell. Type B Michele demands video games, drawing in the dust instead of wiping it, asking the cats to wash the dishes, and (perhaps most importantly) easy dinners--much like the one I'm going to share with you now.
Enjoy! Or don't. I don't really care. (Don't worry, I'll be back to my normal obsessive self tomorrow.)
