Are you a travel cleaner?
IF you’re a mom, a single parent, or someone like me with ADHD and ADHD-who can’t sit still AND just goes all day long… you’ll get it.
Sometimes I wonder if I was born this way or if it developed over time. I start in one room and, within minutes, I’m in another… yeah. That.
Travel cleaner.
It happens *quick.*
One second I’m scrubbing the kitchen, the next I’m standing in the entryway…. And then I’m like “WAIT! What am I doing? How in the HELL did I get in here?
Yeah.
The travel cleaner.
I even set a timer for each room. Not that it helps-I end up ignoring it so I can slide across the floor with the mop like I’m in an episode of TOP Gun. (Hey, don’t judge)
I’ve tried putting boxes down to trip over… yup, fell flat on my face. Cue rough somersault, a sigh, a look around, and a laugh (without peeing myself- mom bladder) because THANK GOD— I’m home alone.
My kids would’ve had a field day with that:
- Thought I fell with grace.
- They caught it on their phones
- Crossed their legs laughing so hard they almost peed too.
- all while we shuffling to the bathroom, legs crossed
Don’t tell me YOU haven’t been there.
I blame the kids… they caused me MOM BRAIN (and bladder).
Hey it’s my story and I’m sticking to it!
So yeah… I’m a travel cleaner.
One room to the next. No memory of how I got there. A “cleaning strategy” that looks more like a low-budget action film than anything remotely productive.
But hey- something always gets cleaned.
Eventually.
Probablly.
Even though I clean like that, I still know exactly where everything is. I’m high-functioning in the chaos.
Like…I know where the scissors are.
(In the freezer. Next to the ice cream)
AJ, just a woman trying to clean one room without ending up in a different zip code.
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