Multitasking Mommies
I think you'll all agree that women are pretty good when it comes to multitasking. But when they become moms, they sharpen that skill to a fine edge. I can take my five kids out on several errands with no problem, but when my husband goes to the Black Hole that is called Home Depot, he enters a sublime state of panic at the mention of those five little words: "Take one of the kids." Men have to turn down the car radio to find their way when they're lost. (Oops, I forgot. Men don't get lost. They just take the scenic route, right?) The most multitasking tehy're capable of is handling a cold beer and the remote at the same time. In the heated moments that follow their realization that the football game started ten minutes ago, though, they're liable to push frantically on their Budweiser's imaginary buttons.
We girls, however, can juggle mnay things simultaneously. We can balance our checkbooks, pay the bills, discipline the kids, put on eyeliner and have sex all at once with out so much as batting and eye. Our brains are just wired that way.
I do have a mini crisis, here, though. I heard from a self-proclaimed expert that multitasking causes brain damage or at least dulls the wits a bit. Is that why I keep doing weird things like putting on two different shoes, wearing my blouses inside out,forgetting where I parked the car and entering a room like a woman of purpose only to wonder what the hell I was there to do or what I was going to get? Is that why I forget my kids names and rattle them all off in series like; Anni-, I mean, Erik,- I mean Lukas--I mean Kristi- I mean Mich-I mean, Oh for Cripes sake, what was you name again? I love it when the kid responds with his or her name in a most somber tone like I actually could forget one of my own.
Well, that's all for now. I just finished darning some socks and changing the kitty litter. On to making lunch and plowing the back forty. Adios.