Multi-tasking

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"Multi-tasking - screwing everything up simultaneously."

~ Unknown

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I remember a time once, many years ago, when my husband was more daring than he is now.  Either that, or he's simply given up.  However, I once complained about my limited time in the morning and I remember him telling me this, "Maybe if you got up earlier this wouldn't be a problem."  Yep, that's the one and only time he said that to me or perhaps my look of death shortly after his statement has adequately been seared into his brain. 

This leads me to the concept of multi-tasking.  Let's just get it straight right now that men and women do this very differently.  For instance, I may cook, catch up on emails, load the dishwasher and keep Malea calm all at the same time.  Aaron's version of multi-tasking went to a whole new level tonight when I was putting Maddie to bed. 

Aaron had firearms qualification today and his fellow police officers will know this then involves adequate cleaning of your firearm.  He spent the evening doing this on our deck.  However, when Maddie opened the door to go out and kiss him goodnight, I wondered what the sound was coming from?  That's when I saw it.  A man's version of multi-tasking at its best.  He was cleaning his rifle and watching Netflix on his iPad all at the same time. 

Seriously?

After nearly 15 years of marriage, I could either nag him, or snap this photo and blog about it.  I chose the latter.  (Sorry, honey.  You really set this one up yourself.)  Perhaps it's the old dog, new tricks analogy or a simple addiction to his beloved television.  I'm not completely sure.  However, it was proof positive that men and women are simply just different creatures.  I'm starting to think though that I should take up a bit more of his version of multi-tasking. 

And no, I won't be getting up any earlier to accomplish that. 


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