Attention Spans and Tolerance Levels

goldfish with balloon

Walk, walk, walk, walk…  Up the hill, around the reservoir, up the stairs, down the hill, through the neighborhood and home again.

“Why don’t I walk longer?”, I wondered.

I am totally capable of physically walking longer but I get so bored.  If I have a podcast to listen to and the dog to watch it’s a little better but I still feel like it takes forever.  If I have a friend or Superman with me though I can walk forever.  I never think twice about the length of time.  I just walk and chat, chat and walk and before I know it an hour has blown by.

Same with the dishes, cooking dinner, and house cleaning.  Especially house cleaning.  Cooking is okay if I’m making a new recipe.  But house cleaning?  Blech.  I wish I liked it, but I don’t.  In fact, if I have to clean just because my house is dirty I get really cranky.  But give me my headset and my favorite sister and I’m good to go for as long as the call lasts.

I don’t know why but cleaning for company is weirdly inspiring also.  Which makes me think I should probably have friends over more often.  But I don’t because my house is usually too dirty.

There are other activities where my attention span sinks too early.  When the kids were little, playing Legos or Polly Pockets would drive me to the brink of despair in minutes.  The only way to get around this dread was telling myself “This is what good moms do.  You’re a good mom.”  And then… to the kids, “Okay, who wants a snack?”

I have a very high attention span for snacks.

Now that the kids are older there isn’t much I can’t tolerate activity wise with them although I still can’t stand bickering and unkindness.  I also have a very short tolerance for short sentences as in: “Okay.” “Nothing.” “I don’t know.” (or my personal favorite) “Just a sec.”

When any of the above scenarios presents itself I think, “Maybe I should have a drink”.  Unfortunately I also have a low tolerance for alcohol.  I usually don’t drink more than one and half drinks at a time.  I keep it to a minimum because when I drink more than 1 1/2 drinks I swear a lot.  I also say inappropriate things, and always, always talk about sex.

Which makes for interesting conversation at parties but isn’t so fun the next day when I wake up Superman and say, “Did I really say…?”

So if you see me happily…

On a walk by myself know that… I must be listening to a podcast.
Cooking dinner know that… I must be trying a new recipe.
Cleaning the house know that… I’m chatting with my sister or having company.
Playing with small children know thatI’m feeling like a good person.
Fielding short sentences from teenagers know that… I’m craving a beer.
Drinking more than 1.5 drinks know that… things are going to get very interesting!