Multitasking and random thoughts
Monday, 5 November 2007 by Elizabeth
I’m afraid that I am a disgrace to my gender. Supposedly, women are supposed to be icons of multitasking. Yea right! “They” forgot to check with me before they wrote that study!
Today’s tasks include bread baking and canning applesauce, in addition to the regular chores and school. Of course, I couldn’t start the bread because the apples were in my bread bowl in the fridge waiting to be mashed. Check. Mash the apples. Put the jars in the dishwasher to sanitize. Proof the yeast. Wash the bowl. Grind the wheat. Add everything else (whew! one hour to relax while it sits.) Add cinamon to the cooking apples….
OOOPS! THAT was CELERY SALT! WHO PUT THE CELERY SALT WHERE THE CINNAMON BELONGS?! And exactly why is it that these are the only two spices I own with red tops? Didn’t I JUST put the cinnamon in that spot? Umm. no. Evidently, I left it on the counter just below the cabinet. Scoop out the offending spice, add the correct spice, turn the burner down to simmer, wait for the dishwasher and the bread dough.
Note to self. Do not attempt to multitask on school days when there is too much to be done. Slow down. Read labels. Buy applesauce and bread at the grocery store. Yea, that’s the ticket!
In other news, we had a nice fall thunder boomer swing through our neck of the woods. Something in the yard was struck by lightning, but I haven’t figured out what. The resulting flash nearly blinded me. It also succeeded in bringing my littlest scholar to a SCREACHING HALT. Time for an object lesson! The funny thing is, Flower Child had only moments before quoted one of her Sunday School verses to me, “God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1) It also led me to SCREACHING down the hall at Rooster, “GET OUT OF THE SHOWER! **NOW!**” Somehow, putting that in print doesn’t seem to do it justice. :p
Bread is ready to add the rest of the flour and knead. The dishwasher is done, so the jars are ready to be filled. Guess that means it’s time to say “adieu”. So, “Adieu! Adios! Good-bye! Au revior! Salu!”
OH NO! I forgot to get the water boiling in the canner…. AAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!
Your opening had me in stitches as I often disgrace the gender with that one myself.