The masters of multi-tasking

All the ladies will agree with me, I’m sure: We are the masters of multi-tasking. Sure, men want to try to say they’re capable of doing two things at once. Sorry, Charlie(s), it’s not the same.

Last night, when it was time for the Animal to have his bath, I told Aaron that I was going to sew something really quickly while he tended to the baby. Aaron rolled his eyes and said, “You always find the weirdest things to do when I’m giving him his bath.” My answer?

“Well, YEAH, it’s the one time I’m by myself for fifteen minutes!”

And guess what I accomplished in those short fifteen minutes:

• I stitched up the hole in the Animal’s stuffed cow (yes, we have a stuffed cow – he loves it).
• I cleaned the kitchen up from dinner.
• I got clean clothes out of the dryer.
• I put dirty clothes in the washer.
• I checked my email.
• I checked Twitter.
• I caught up with my friends on FriendFeed.
• I started folding the Animal’s clothes.
• And I still made it back to see the Animal get out of the bath.

Yup. All in fifteen minutes.

What can you accomplish in those short bursts of time when little hands and feet are otherwise engaged?