I'm a "multi-tasker."
And in order to survive, I think every other mother shares that same title.
There's no such thing as sitting at a desk making a phone call. We are doing laundry, changing a diaper, whipping up some dinner all with a baby on our hip or hanging on our leg as we talk and mop and problem-solve and kiss away tears and correct piano mistakes from the next room. When I had newborns I treasured the time I could just sit and snuggle with them as they nursed (that's why I liked the nighttime feedings so much)...most of the time I was nursing I would be setting the table or reading a book to a toddler or cooking dinner with my other hand.
And you know what? It works. Things get done.
But multi-tasking takes on a whole new definition around Christmas.
And I'm NOT good at it.
Dave was laughing at me the other day as he watched me at my attempts to multi-task. I had probably five projects going at the same time, then I'd get distracted and start another one. All the kids were talking to me at the same time, ingredients from our neighbor gifts we were putting together were strewn across the counter, I was trying to get addresses together for Christmas cards and my darn computer kept crashing...losing all my work, the phone kept ringing, Claire was crying, Lucy was crying, I was trying to delegate dinner tasks....and none of it was getting done.
This is how my life has been lately...every single day. I feel like my feet are stuck in quick sand and I keep seeing stuff that needs to be done and can't quite get there. (And I know most moms feel the same...except a little more on-task than me I'm sure.)
BUT, I need to remember that most days at least something gets done:...usually with the help of these guys:
And since I started writing this I crammed almost all of our stuffed and stamped Christmas cards into the big blue receptacle at the post office. And wow, life seems better.
How can it not be great when I have these guys around;...who even did their own puppet show for us the other day.