The lake is going, going, gone….
It’s been a busy old day. Much multitasking.
- Cleaning out the cat tray,
- Darning holes in jeans,
- Trying to reassure,
- Baking bread and some small buns,
- Cleaning the toilet and bathroom floor,
- Explaining probability to Hawklad,
- Hair cutting,
- Trying to figure out why the dishwasher had stopped cleaning,
- Putting a new belt onto the hoover,
- Removing a pet related stain from the sofa.
- Changing the bedding,
- Ordering ingredients for next weeks school at home cooking project,
- Trying to measure Hawklad for new clothes,
- Trying to make an omelette which is approaching edible.
At work multitasking was so valued. Multitasking usually in areas you might be good at or at least competent. Maybe backed up with some training and clear process guides. At home, my home, it feels very different. Yes it’s multitasking but never in areas I’m good at. Often feeling like I’m not even vaguely competent. Constantly having to refer to incomprehensible instructions, Google searching for help videos or just looking blank as I kinda just wing it.
Don’t get me wrong, I do have things I’m good at. I’m ace at saving Football penalties. I can smash into Rugby tackles. I can bowl a mean leg break. I can climb rock faces. I’m an expert on Godzilla and the X-Files. I can recite almost word for word every Fawlty Towers and Captain Scarlett episode. I rock cycle shorts (ok I made that one up). I can balance unfeasibly large numbers of coins on my elbow and then catch them one handed. AND I’m one of the worlds great air guitarists.
These are all great talents but strangely have not yet been required in my single parenting career. I wonder why? 🤣😂 But I live in hope. One day one of those skills might just be required. Then I will have found my parenting sweet spot. A task I can excel in. No need for instructions or help. No vacant look or red mist descending. That reassuring feeling of ‘I’ve got this’. How good will that feel….