I worry about my children. They each take turns in the forefront of my concentration and, of late, it has been my 11 year old daughter on my mind. She is a highly intelligent, deep thinking, and artistic child who lacks organization skills and has a hard time finishing things.
Today my husband came home to find me sprinkling cheese on a pizza while simultaneously wiping down the counters. He noticed the computer was on and asked me if I was still using it.
"I haven't decided, yet. I was thinking I might still do some work."
A few minutes later he started his sentence with the dreaded, "You know I love you and I'm not criticizing you BUT..." He then babbled on about genetic predisposition and the fact that there was a half finished quilt on the floor, clothes folded but not put away, dishes in the dishwasher but the dishwasher not started, a partially finished book laying partially open, and we'd already established the computer was still on.
"I multi-task," I replied. He wisely said no more.
Shortly after dinner I went outside to get the mail. It's a nice spring day and a small cross breeze wouldn't hurt so I left the door open for the 1 minute it would take me to get the mail. My neighbor called out to me and we ended up having a meaningful conversation about American Idol until his wife pulled up and it became heated (he says Danny, she says Adam. I say Adam but I prefer Danny). I'd been outside 15 minutes before I heard the front door close. I think I heard him smirk.
The dots connected. I am not merely a multi-tasker, I am a multi-starter. Unfortunately, I am far too proud to list the many, many things I start and don't finish. When I am stronger and I've had intervention perhaps I
Oooh! Something shiny!
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Today my husband came home to find me sprinkling cheese on a pizza while simultaneously wiping down the counters. He noticed the computer was on and asked me if I was still using it.
"I haven't decided, yet. I was thinking I might still do some work."
A few minutes later he started his sentence with the dreaded, "You know I love you and I'm not criticizing you BUT..." He then babbled on about genetic predisposition and the fact that there was a half finished quilt on the floor, clothes folded but not put away, dishes in the dishwasher but the dishwasher not started, a partially finished book laying partially open, and we'd already established the computer was still on.
"I multi-task," I replied. He wisely said no more.
Shortly after dinner I went outside to get the mail. It's a nice spring day and a small cross breeze wouldn't hurt so I left the door open for the 1 minute it would take me to get the mail. My neighbor called out to me and we ended up having a meaningful conversation about American Idol until his wife pulled up and it became heated (he says Danny, she says Adam. I say Adam but I prefer Danny). I'd been outside 15 minutes before I heard the front door close. I think I heard him smirk.
The dots connected. I am not merely a multi-tasker, I am a multi-starter. Unfortunately, I am far too proud to list the many, many things I start and don't finish. When I am stronger and I've had intervention perhaps I
Oooh! Something shiny!
.
Me, too, Nancy! Does it help that you are not alone? I do not think we need intervention, we need understanding!
ReplyDeleteYes multi-task! I love that you had the computer on thinking about working :) you crack me up!
ReplyDeleteNancy, you totally rock.
ReplyDeleteMy husband finished a garden project last night on a whim and we are both experiencing a post-finishing high.
The organization lady who taught at our stake stressed the f-word: "finish." Baby step, I tell ya.
"A meaningful conversation about American Idol"--yeah.