Multitasking. The Whole Truth.
I was driving home from Target, eating dry Corn Bran directly from the just-purchased box propped up on the passenger seat. The sun was shining; so far, it had been a productive day. I drove through McDonald's for a nice diet Coke to go along with my dry cereal lunch, and because somehow a diet Coke tops off a nice day, well, nicely. Okay, I got a cheeseburger too, but no fries, so you can all just stop judging me. Oh, wait. . that's me judging me. 
Anyway, as I was enjoying my driving and lunching, it occurred to me that I am often quite the multitasker—or better put— ingenious user of things and time. It is probably why I manage to stay so organized and on top of things and why our house is always so tidy. Especially the basement storage room. (Just kidding, Adam.)
I'll bet we all find ways to use things and time wisely. Don't we?
I have cleaned an entire bathroom with a baby wipe and a tissue. And I don't even have a baby. I have done this more than once. FINE. It's my favorite way to clean a bathroom, especially when my in-laws are on their way over.
I keep an extra set of all beauty supplies in my car for emergencies. I'm not speaking of the random lip gloss found rolling on the floor of the back set. Quite the contrary! I could take a quick shower and do an up-do if necessary based on the contents of my glove compartment. It's good to be prepared. What defines a beauty emergency? Um. . . I don't know. . rainstorm? Running into old high school friends? I just know that having the tube of concealer in my car has been a real plus, and I actually kissed the tweezers one time. Plus, that giant can of car-hairspray has killed more than one bug in the car. (Note: I do not care for travel-sized hair spray. My hair does not change sizes when it travels. Why is this multitasking? Because I'm getting ready WHILE I'm already going somewhere. (Not while driving, of course, though I will admit to having been caught totally pulling the "make up face" in my rear-view mirror in many a parking lot.)
I prefer to use any and all sprays and aerosols nearby to kill bugs. I just drown them in root-lifter or Lysol. I cross my fingers for a sec that the wall paint won't buckle, and figure that if it does, I'll just blame the stupid bug.
Thanks to modern technology, I can take my walk and answer phone calls at the same time. When I get home, I open my laptop, check my lists, answer emails, cross those emails right of the list, plan a meal, add the ingredients to the list, write a little something, pay some bills, play some Scrabble, and then close the computer having accomplished so many different things. Multitasking at it's finest, and really, as most genuinely defined as it's going to get in my world.
Sometimes it happens by accident. I run into someone at the store and get to say, "Hey, I was meaning to call you to ask about the school picnic. . ." Check. Done. Shopping and picnic meeting. I LOVE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENS.
Yesterday morning, I ran out to dig through the trash can before the garbage truck arrived (don't ask) and since I was already outside in my nightgown, robe, and slippers, I re-bagged the unruly garbage, grabbed the paper, re-staked a plant, gathered seven baseballs and a basketball from the yard, retrieved Abby's flip-flops from the garden, and coiled up the hose. All this, and I wasn't even trying. Or dressed.
I think if you asked any given woman how she multitasks in any given day, the answers would be very different. Some answers might involve "files and texts and presentations" and some might revolve around "engagements and parties and invitations." Many of my friends' lists would include a lot of tasks similar to my own: careful cleaning, serious pest control, morning yard work. I would not be surprised if any and all women somehow incorporate using a baby wipe in their daily work. . . once you get hooked, it's hard to let go.
Today I noticed that a toilet in my home had been, shall we say, "abused and overused?" I sprayed that sucker in Bath-and-Body Works Moonlight Path and let it soak while I vacuumed (okay, okay, I picked up the big crumbs with my fingers) the upstairs hall. Ingenious use of things and time? Maybe, maybe not! But a semi-clean bathroom and a neater hall that carries me in a timely fashion to greater challenges than these? You betcha, any day.
Anyway, as I was enjoying my driving and lunching, it occurred to me that I am often quite the multitasker—or better put— ingenious user of things and time. It is probably why I manage to stay so organized and on top of things and why our house is always so tidy. Especially the basement storage room. (Just kidding, Adam.)
I'll bet we all find ways to use things and time wisely. Don't we?
I have cleaned an entire bathroom with a baby wipe and a tissue. And I don't even have a baby. I have done this more than once. FINE. It's my favorite way to clean a bathroom, especially when my in-laws are on their way over.
I keep an extra set of all beauty supplies in my car for emergencies. I'm not speaking of the random lip gloss found rolling on the floor of the back set. Quite the contrary! I could take a quick shower and do an up-do if necessary based on the contents of my glove compartment. It's good to be prepared. What defines a beauty emergency? Um. . . I don't know. . rainstorm? Running into old high school friends? I just know that having the tube of concealer in my car has been a real plus, and I actually kissed the tweezers one time. Plus, that giant can of car-hairspray has killed more than one bug in the car. (Note: I do not care for travel-sized hair spray. My hair does not change sizes when it travels. Why is this multitasking? Because I'm getting ready WHILE I'm already going somewhere. (Not while driving, of course, though I will admit to having been caught totally pulling the "make up face" in my rear-view mirror in many a parking lot.)
I prefer to use any and all sprays and aerosols nearby to kill bugs. I just drown them in root-lifter or Lysol. I cross my fingers for a sec that the wall paint won't buckle, and figure that if it does, I'll just blame the stupid bug.
Thanks to modern technology, I can take my walk and answer phone calls at the same time. When I get home, I open my laptop, check my lists, answer emails, cross those emails right of the list, plan a meal, add the ingredients to the list, write a little something, pay some bills, play some Scrabble, and then close the computer having accomplished so many different things. Multitasking at it's finest, and really, as most genuinely defined as it's going to get in my world.
Sometimes it happens by accident. I run into someone at the store and get to say, "Hey, I was meaning to call you to ask about the school picnic. . ." Check. Done. Shopping and picnic meeting. I LOVE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENS.
Yesterday morning, I ran out to dig through the trash can before the garbage truck arrived (don't ask) and since I was already outside in my nightgown, robe, and slippers, I re-bagged the unruly garbage, grabbed the paper, re-staked a plant, gathered seven baseballs and a basketball from the yard, retrieved Abby's flip-flops from the garden, and coiled up the hose. All this, and I wasn't even trying. Or dressed.
I think if you asked any given woman how she multitasks in any given day, the answers would be very different. Some answers might involve "files and texts and presentations" and some might revolve around "engagements and parties and invitations." Many of my friends' lists would include a lot of tasks similar to my own: careful cleaning, serious pest control, morning yard work. I would not be surprised if any and all women somehow incorporate using a baby wipe in their daily work. . . once you get hooked, it's hard to let go.
Today I noticed that a toilet in my home had been, shall we say, "abused and overused?" I sprayed that sucker in Bath-and-Body Works Moonlight Path and let it soak while I vacuumed (okay, okay, I picked up the big crumbs with my fingers) the upstairs hall. Ingenious use of things and time? Maybe, maybe not! But a semi-clean bathroom and a neater hall that carries me in a timely fashion to greater challenges than these? You betcha, any day.
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