Guilty

I realized recently that I am guilty of something. Well, I mean, I'm guilty of many things, but this one is new. I have found of late that I will ask The Mister something, whether about his day at work or about some project around the house, and then will let my mind wander while he's answering. I'll be staring him in the face as he speaks, thinking about what to make for dinner, or about an email I need to send for work. I feel horrible about this recent habit, although on some level it is kind of funny - like I have been forced to multi-task as a mother for so long, I am actually incapable of doing one thing at a time anymore.

I mentioned this to a friend the other day, and her eyes lit up. "I do that too!" We were both immensely relieved, and tried to further make ourselves feel better by blaming it on our husbands. You know, because we don't really understand the details of what they do in the first place. Heheheh...wait. That makes me sound even worse, doesn't it? Curses!

I have vowed to correct this disrespectful habit, and have been improving. Maybe I'll benefit overall by practicing my linear skills more often. Here's hoping.

What was I saying? I just stared out the window, saw the rain, thought about how I've left a towel outside from the weekend, and then remembered to tell J that she needs to put her toys away in the basement. This might be harder than I thought....