Changing sheets, laundry in the dryer, popcorn popping in the microwave. Son getting the 30 minutes of screen time he earned this morning by making his bed and putting his toys away. Phone rings, good friend in NY who had her second baby 7 weeks ago is calling. The first time in 7 weeks we actually manage to connect. Starting to catch up. Bed almost made. Smoke! Son so absorbed in Curious George, he doesn’t even notice. Ut oh, the popcorn! Still trying to carry on a conversation. So burnt it is dust. Jeez, the smell. Tears over burnt popcorn. Continuing conversation, new bag of popcorn in the oven. Curious George carries on, son telling me to stay low to the ground – because of the smoke – and putting soaking wet toilet paper around each of the doors – again because of the smoke. So glad he learned what to do in case of a fire at school. House full of smoke. Smoke detectors must not work. Still talking and making appropriate noises to show that I am listening. Turn the exhaust fan on in the kitchen. Bed is made. Asking friend abut child care. Popcorn out of the oven. Son happy. Finish the conversation. Crisis over. Go get the dry clothes out of the dryer.
Multitasking not really possible!
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