Multi-tasking is bad...

Yesterday I was multi-tasking. Fixing lunch, waiting for my husband to return my call, taking another call, and making iced tea (which is done via the coffee pot so we can put the sugar in and have it dissolve, etc.). Bad for me. Good to drink. Life goes on. But, somehow, I guess I kept filling up the reserve but not dumping the hot water out of the pot. Suddenly I discovered the coffee maker was nearly floating in a pool of water on the counter. I turned it off, mopped it up with some towels and turned it back on. Or tried to turn it back on. It just smiled that smarmy broken appliance smile back at me. Kinda the same smarmy smile David gave me when he mentioned that, "Guess you won't be having coffee this morning, huh?" Won't be so funny when the boys give him a coffee pot for Father's Day. Hah!!! Just kidding honey - you're getting the red shirt Seth told you all about last night (sidenote: don't take the 3 year old shopping with you for the gift unless you are giving it TheSecondYouWalkInTheDoor.).

You'd think I might learn my multi-tasking-is-bad-for-me lesson. But, there's that thing about old dogs and new tricks, etc. Sooooo, today I was cleaning up after lunch. Rinsing dishes, unloading the clean dishes from the dishwasher, loading the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, putting the grapes and cheese back in the fridge. Luke was playing with his plate at the table. Seth was eating the pudding he had conned me into giving him. I had my back to them but heard, "Luke, do you want some?" I turned to find Seth waving his full spoon around in front of Luke's face. Luke is NEVER one to turn down food so he began to eat the pudding that had fallen to the table off of Seth's spoon. With his hands of course (clearly the quickest method before Seth took back this little morsel of goodness). Well, Seth was feeling generous and decided to continue to share. (All I do is harp at him to share things with his brother so I couldn't really think of a way to tell him to stop sharing without contradicting myself). Now here are the two most amusing (hopefully, or to me anyway) parts of the story. One, Seth kept calling it "chocolate pud-out". And two, the most logical (???) way for Seth to share this yumminess was by putting it on his spoon and then transferring it to Luke's spoon (think sword fight) so that Luke could then put it into his own mouth off of his own spoon.

Maybe we'll go out for lunch tomorrow?? Or maybe I'll stay home and clean off my countertops. Yikes!!