Snack Distraction
It always starts so innocent.
I just want toast.
Two slices. Maybe some butter if I’m feeling fancy.
And then… the peanut butter calls to me.
And if I’m already getting peanut butter, why not honey?
And oh look! The jam’s right there, so obviously I need that too.
Five minutes later, the kitchen looks like I’ve been hosting a brunch for twelve.
Every jar is open. Crumbs everywhere. Three knives in the sink. Somehow the toaster is in a new location.
And I’m standing there wondering how making one simple snack turned into a full-scale catering event.
This is classic neurodivergent kitchen logic … where one action triggers a cascade of “ooh, while I’m here…” until you’ve built a buffet without meaning to.
It’s not messy on purpose. It’s just… momentum.
So, if you find yourself ankle-deep in snack chaos today, remember. It’s not just you!
And maybe next time, we can try to keep the pantry from looking like it exploded.
(But no promises.)
