Multi-Tasking

I pride myself on being a master of multi-tasking. Growing up I could color inside the lines while singing along to Rosenshontz (please tell me you remember these guys).

As I grew older I mastered driving from field hockey practice to swim practice and changing into my swim suit. I am still trying to figure out how I didn’t 1. get in an accident or 2. get pulled over.

In college I mastered swimming more than 20 hours per week, studying and finding time for the OC. My love for Seth Cohen far outweighed my love of, and need for, sleep.

Now in the working world, I have mastered the daily craze of play groups, parent interviews, tours, responding to phone calls, emails and faxes (yes, some people still use the fax machine!) all while planning my wedding, blogging and of course online shopping. I am proud to say that my multi-tasking abilities reached a new high today, as I responded to work emails, talked to one of my co-workers as she sat in my office, g-chatted with some of my favorite people in the world and did at least a months worth of grocery shopping online. In a span of 30 minutes, I had responded to approximately 8 emails, convinced my fellow employee that our place of employment IS crazy, chatted online with my sister about her train ride back to Virgina, Matt about his walk to work and Jamie about the fun times we had over the weekend looking for bridesmaid dresses, and spent more than 200 dollars on groceries from FreshDirect. Let’s not forget to mention that I found a discount code online that earned me more than 20% off my total bill.

Man, some days I even impress myself.

Pip Pip Cheerio!

At the end of a very busy and not particularly enjoyable day of work, I had a playgroup (child-friendly way of saying interview) with a 3 year old who is applying for Pre-Kindergarden at my school. I was not particularly excited to have this on my calendar on a Friday afternoon, especially after the the first two playgroups that I had this morning. The first one had two children, both under the age of 3, who couldn’t answer any question I asked (even, “what is your name?”) and proceeded to run around the room pretending they were airplanes for the entire 45 minute session. The second one was a 3 year old who whined the whole time about seeing his parents and didn’t want to do any of the various activities (aka games) I offered. Needless to say, when I went to meet my last appointment and he refused to talk, or look at me, I was not excited to spend 45 minutes in a room alone with this child.

As we walked into the room, my new friend told me that he saw a slug in our fish tank. Not only was this adorable because what he had actually seen was an eel, but I was completely thrown off my game; this child was from London and had a sick accent! Everyone in my office knows, that if a child has an accent, particularly a British accent, I will pretty much accept the child on the spot. I am seriously a sucker for accents. From that moment, my attitude shifted and the playgroup took a different turn.

My new friend cracked me up throughout the entire playgroup. He didn’t take more than 3 minutes to warm up and we started the session building a house with lincoln logs. He instructed me that I would be the “mummy” and he would be the “daddy” with our little people. We added a swimming pool outside of our house with a lego “jumping board” and a “lounger for sunbathing.” After we finished playing and I asked him to come over to the rug, he asked “shouldn’t we tidy up a bit?” At this point, I felt like busting out in song and dance (a la Mary Poppins).

After “tidying up” we moved to the table and drew some pretty incredible. During this time, my new friend said “let’s work hard together” and reassured me that as long as I tried my best, it didn’t matter if my art work wasn’t as good as his.

Our time together came to a close with an unparalleled performance of his favorite song, “Billy Jean.” If you have never seen a 3 year old singing Michael Jackson, you are missing out. It is moments like these that make my job worthwhile.

At the end of the day, I came to conclusion that my first born child must speak with an English accent. Apart from hiring Mary Poppins as my nanny, I am not sure how I will accomplish this. Thankfully I have plenty of time before I need to figure this out!