Convincing myself each morning that my “tasks” would be finished by nightfall is something I can no longer lie to myself about.
I once thought I did a pretty good job holding my Kids and their three very different schedules together. (If you are a Mom reading this, you know what the word “schedules” entails, if you are a Man, ask your wife.) Cooking three different meals for the Vegan, the Carb lover and the Salad freak. Making sure they all had their favorite shampoos and conditioners plus toothpaste in stock. That their “one and only jeans” were fresh washed.Yes, I have three Girls.
I thought I did it all pretty good until I was shocked to learn that yes, we multitask, but Men task with avengance and ease.
At the end of a day recently, My beloved Partner once again achieved success. He had finished his hours of office work, had the car washed and vacuumed, tended and perfected the acreage around the house which included pruning grapes on our intimate vineyard for pressing our own Grappa. Stepped into his atelier to touch up a painting. He has a dinner menu already in his mind to cook and wine already selected. His clothes are already resting in his draws and closet…
I, on the other hand have multitasked my brains and arms out. And as a result, beds have been stripped, but not freshly made, the vacuum is out but the stairs still threaded with dog and cat hair, the last load of wash is wet in the machine, 3 loads still to fold and one in the drier. Lunch was made but Breakfast dishes are still in the sink. I drove my taxi miles with the car on empty. The windex has now dried untouched on the bedroom window. I took a shower without washing my hair. Last weeks newspapers and glass made it to the garage but not yet to the recycling. And yes, single socks are invading my home, multiplying on a daily basis.
Unbeknownst to him, he has shown me how smooth life can be if we just lost our talent. Our Multitasking Talent.
Thank you, My Darling!!!!!