This is a list of all the things I just tried to do simultaneously (not including breathing, growing a fetus, and other automatic body functions):
- Eat breakfast
- Feed Sam his breakfast
- Answer the telephone
- Respond to two separate emails
- Download videos from Flip
- Protect my computer from Sam’s eager hands
- Not pee myself
I just made it to the potty, did not answer the phone, and Sam is yelling at me for sausage, which is pretty annoying because he can totally feed himself.
On a related note, a conversation we had this morning:
Will (to Sam): Daddy needs a housewife.
Me: SO DO I.
Will: You have one! He just works full-time.
It’s so depressingly true. I may be the full-time parent, but I suck at housewifery. Will is great at house stuff, but when he is here he spends his time with Sam (as he should). If the dust would only become sentient, as I know is a dire possibility, perhaps we could train it to clean.