I posted earlier tonight on FB that I’m a multitasking fool. And I think it bares further explanation as to the magnitude of the multitasking I was performing.
Within a fifteen minute span, I was cooking a grilled cheese for Monkey’s dinner (this happens often when I have to work at night), peeling a carrot as his “side dish”, printing out copies of instructions for tomorrow’s meeting at the client, testing workflows for another project AND posting on Facebook. Plus fielding the numerous questions Monkey usually throws my way like “Can I have cookie? What about after dinner? Can I watch Mickey? Where is daddy? Is he bringing me something special?”
I hate the nights I have to work in order to meet deadlines or make up for other mishaps at work. But to pat myself on the back, I handled it pretty well tonight.
