Every day at least once or twice, I find myself beginning one little chore, like, say, returning Addy's shoes to her room, and end up wearing a path around the circular layout of our house, picking up first one thing, then another. Here's how it will happen: "I'm going to bed," I'll say, around ten. I pick up my water glass or empty cereal bowl or whatever I have out and take it to the sink. While there, I'll see that there are just a few other things in the sink as well, so I'll load them in the dishwasher and start it up. Then I'll notice a spot of jelly or something on the counter, so I'll just wipe that up, and then go ahead and wipe the other counters, too, while I'm at it.
Then I'll decide that the washcloth has about had it, so I'll head to the laundry room to throw it in the dirty basket. Whereupon I will realize that I threw a load in the wash three hours ago and never put it in the dryer. So I'll hurry up and get the dryer started before the wet clothes start to reek of mildew. And when I turn around to leave, I'll trip over some random blocks or toys, so I'll gather those up and pile them outside Addy's door.
There I will finally make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed, but while there I will notice that at some point Addy has pulled all my lotions out of the drawer for the hundredth time that day and arranged them carefully in the bathtub, so I'll have to stop and put those away before getting down to actual bedtime preparation. At last I head for my bedroom, but when I get there I will realize there is a basket of clean clothes on the bed that needs to be put away. I'll do that, and then return the basket to the laundry room. Then I'll realize I'm thirsty, and decide to head back to the kitchen for a glass of water.
There I will spot an ant on my clean counters and kill it with a napkin. I'll throw the napkin away, and realize that the trash bag is full. I'll tie off the bag, take it to the garage, and then put in a clean bag. Then I'll get the water I came for, and actually go to bed. Maybe. Assuming I don't spot an empty Popsicle wrapper in the living room or a half-full sippy cup lying in the playpen. Then it's back to the gauntlet!