I could tell you about the time I breastfed my two month old baby while talking on the phone AS I was frying bacon on the stove. (my first child;) I was determined to be productive.
The notion of multi-tasking seems like something boastable, a hilarious picture of perpetual motion, slashing the to-do list with ardor. Life is busy. We’re responsible for our children’s education, organizing the household, developing our passions, investing in relationships. Stuff must get done.
Or does it? And how much must get done? How much of what we’re doing are we doing because we’re trying to prove to ourselves, or others, that we’re capable? That maybe we’re even ahead of the pack? Or at least that we’re keeping our head above water?
Certainly when I began scheduling every activity of the day into my iPod schedule, I discovered it was not possible to do everything I had hoped to do in a lifetime in just ONE day. No. My expectations were a wee bit unrealistic.
Then I began to wonder if it was necessary to do more than one thing at a time. Could I really be present, in the moment, feeling my fingers tap on the keyboard as I was thinking my thoughts; rather than planning the afternoon’s activities, while writing a blog, while chatting mindlessly with my son and trying to get my slippers on my feet.
Do the thing you’re doing, and be fully present doing it. If you don’t want to be doing it, find a way not to; or accept that part of life is doing the things you don’t want to do too, and some things must be done.
Multitasking is not happytasking.
“If something must be done, it should be done well” Charlotte Mason