Give moms a break!
I seem to have the attention span of a peanut, and it's mom-induced. Example? In the time it took to write this, I went downstairs and grabbed the nail scissors and a file to do my nails. I'm sure they'll get done before I get this entry done.
Moms, you know what I'm talking about.
How is a mom expected to have an attention span anyways? You sit down on the couch to watch tv. The baby is hungry, so you nurse her. She finishes up in a few minutes so you sit her up so she can burp. Upon burping, a few curdles come out of her mouth so you stand up to grab a wipe, and place her in her bouncy chair.
As soon as you reach your wipes, she starts fussing, so you have to pick her up and soothe her. You bounce around the room for a minute and she seems fine. Sit back down. Now what was I doing? Oh, yeah, watching tv.
Five minutes later, she whines, perhaps because she doesn't like how she's sitting. You flip her around to face you and start playing with her. She's giggling and laughing, and you eventually go back to watching tv.
A rumble is heard in her diaper. You wait a few minutes to make sure she's done, stand up, and change her diaper. You roll the diaper up, wash your hands, put on lotion, put the kid's pants back on, and sit down with her.
A few minutes later, you're hungry, so you go scavenge the kitchen for food. You find a delectable tv dinner and preheat the oven. You put a few dishes in the dishwasher and go sit back down until the oven is done. Maybe, just maybe, you can leave her in her bouncy just until the oven clicks, but no, she wants to be picked up. You pick her up and the oven clicks- it's done preheating. You set her back down and place your dinner in the oven.
It's been 30 minutes and you have completed 26 tasks, respectively. How are we expected to have attention spans any more once we've had children?!
Give moms a break!
So, sorry I've been a bad LJ friend, but unless your entries consist of "today I went to the store and bought diapers. It was raining" and only that, I probably don't have the attention span to read it. Not yet, at least.
Oh, and by the way. My left hand has perfect nails. Next comes the right, and then my feet.