Drat and dang it all.
That's little old lady talk for the f-word and much heavier d-words. And yes I count myself as little, no matter what the scale says!
I can no longer do more than one thing at a time.
Put toast in the toaster, start the coffee, remembering filter and grounds and water, watch the toast because it tends to either be blah and white or burned, start the laptop, feed the fish, no wait, let's take some of the food out of the big container and put it in the little one, oh my, toast smells burning, run into the kitchen!
Yep, whenever anything is on the stove (or in the darling toaster oven which I use several times a day)...I have a new rule. Stand there and wait. DO NOT do anything else! I used to put the iron skillet on a burner while finishing doing the dishes. The burner used to be on. Let me tell you how clean a smoking skillet can be after 10 minutes when I went in the other room! That's now a no-no also.
So tired of that blasted smoke detector letting all my neighbors know I've done it again! And I really haven't gotten to the worst stage yet. We have an automatic can over the stove up under the hood, which will dump chemicals out if there's a grease fire. Whew, so glad that hasn't happened!