multi-tasking when it's . . . inappropriate. I guess that's the right word.
Well, as a woman and a has-been student, and now a mom I am pretty good at multi-tasking. Women, students, and moms in my opinion have to be multi-taskers if they want to get more than like 3 things done a day--especially if one of those things is a hobby or something not related to your title. I know all of you out there do this, and I bet you're good at it. I'm not so good. Sometimes it gets me into trouble.
For instance, on any given day I find myself with 5 tasks half done. Henry's napping and I go into my bedroom. I start putting clothes away in Todd's closet and half way through I decide to make the bed and find a glass on my night stand. I walk it to the kitchen and see breakfast's dirty dishes. I start doing the dishes, finish and notice the sink is yellowing. I put some Comet on and go to the bathroom to get a scrub brush. I take a look in the mirror and practically shriek. So I fix my hair and start brushing my teeth and walk into the bedroom to put on my wedding ring that's sitting in its box on my nightstand. I notice the bed's half made and all of our clothes aren't put away yet. And then Henry cries. He's awake and I have like 5 things halfway done, and my mouth is full of foam . . . arg.
And the day continues, the jobs are done, and I feel satisfied. I sit down to my computer and stare at my glowing screen, hoping from page to page with 6-7 tabs. Find songs for my playlists, look up patterns for stuffed animals, check my email, facebook, blog, find a recipe for dinner tomorrow, look at Jon and Kate Plus 8 webisodes . . . all while I'm writing a lesson for RS. I shouldn't be surprised that I have a headache by the end of the day.
I finally kneel down to pray. Closed eyes and bowed head I start removing my rings to rub in the lotion I squirted into my palm before I kneeled. I crack my knuckle and realize I'm not praying at all! I'm in such a habit of multi-tasking that it's hard for me to simply pause to return thanks to my Maker. What has happened to me??