That’s the problem as soon as I set myself a task; I am easily distracted and land up doing other things instead. It gets so bad, that if I am not careful, I forget what it was that I was originally meant to be doing.
There have been plenty of times when I have had to ask other people in the household just what it was I was doing. And it got worse after I had the boys.
The only reasons why a woman is good at multitasking is that she doesn’t have any choice and although it looks like she is able to juggle - it is judicious juggling.
I can make sure the laundry gets done and the sheets get changed, I can put away clothes and never miss a work deadline. I can get the children to school with the correct things in their school bags and even with the requisite sports/music gear for each day and I can do the shopping, and balance the bank account.
Most of the time the dogs get walked, the chickens fed and watered, vegetables picked, bread made, house cleaned top to toe; you name it I look like I am in control but I can’t do all these things at once and just sometimes there is a hiccup.
Like I only got 3 hours sleep last night and the fact that I have been up and awake since 12.35am.
So today I have done very little indeed and have allowed myself to get blissfully distracted by a blooming good book for to be quite honest I am NOT superwoman and knew I needed to relax because tonight I had Bog Boy all to myself.
We popped to Tesco for a Carpet Picnic – I am far too sleepy to be left in charge of any electrical items including my cooker. We unpacked it in front of the telly and watched MI High and Cop School and my favourite Shaun the Sheep.
We had a bath together and washed each other’s hair then scrambled into bed to read all about dinosaurs.
Sometimes you do need to distract yourself and tomorrow is another day for me to get a grip…