Archive for August 1st, 2008

Multitasking Sucks

Oh yes, yesterday ended up being one of those glorious days where I try to go in 7 different directions at once, to no avail, and end up collapsed by ten pm.

This morning is not.  Mostly because I don’t have the patience (nor actual ability) to get anything accomplished that way.  Partly because I don’t want to get so wrapped up in running around that I forget to have fun.  And a little because I just can’t be bothered to get worked up right now.

And so I’ve been leisurely sipping my coffee, taking a break to feed el Chico Magnifico his apricots and carrots (fresh from the farm goodies!)  I’ve not read the news, nor considered the dishes.  I’ve ignored the pile of stuff in the foyer, and refuse to decide yet if I’m going to take the laundry off of the drying racks this morning.  The truth is, there are some things that need to be done at a certain time, but most?  There’s always going to be another time to get them done.

Yesterday Chico was messing with his ear.  We’ve all had terrible cough/cold things for the past few weeks and as you can imagine, when anyone even says ‘ear’ in this house I trundle them straight off to the doctor.  So I loaded him in the ‘hawk with squeals of delight and we headed to My Least Favorite Place on Earth.  We got there early enough that I could pick up some shampoo bar/soap/bar deodorant from Lush, thus furthering my quest to reduce waste.  He got checked out and, thankfully, the ear-messing is a result of the tooth popping through on the top, not any sort of infection.  We took a leisurely ride on the local to get home.  Wherein I proceeded to turn into a madwoman.

Under the heading of Now or Never was the bag of apricots leaking onto my counter.  We lost a handful, but the rest were steamed and milled into gobs of baby food (none of us eat apricots.)  The peaches didn’t fare so well, and were all lost.  Which made me want to cry because peaches are my favorite and I made the whole last batch into puree not knowing how much each fruit would yield.  I got us packed, which took twice as long as it should have because my brain was going a million miles a minute.  I finally gave up around 8, sipped a beer and watched Olbermann with C, and was nodding out by 9:45.

It is not lost on me, in the cold hard light of day, that I got more done in the hours I spent out of the house than in those I spent here.  And I was happier.  And the past few weeks where I have been freaking out about having no time for myself and nonesuch, well, at least part has been because I’ve tried to do fifteen things at once.

Anyhow, I’m resolving to get back to the point where I can compartmentalize and prioritize things instead of them all swirling around my head like a big cloud of nag.

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