Mulit-Tasking

This morning I had two brain cells left. I was finishing an assignment from a client, talking on the phone with a friend (who was simultaneously IM'ing me pictures), yelling at the dogs, and holding my daughter while she sat on the potty (on the couch between me and the laptop). The two brain cells that weren't engaged in any of these activities noticed that the baby was trying to play with the computer with one hand, pet the little dog with the other, and grunt out a poopie all at the same time. As I was impressed with her ability to multi-task I noticed my own situation.

Now, granted, I only had two brain cells to apply to the problem, but I couldn't determine if my new-found multi-tasking ability is an evolutionary step forwards or backwards. Obviously I've adapted to the demands of my ridiculously complicated life. Two businesses, four dogs (one of which is more than occasionally naughty), two very bad cats, and one small human child certainly make life interesting. In theory, being able to do many things at once sounds great. In practice, it means that I'm never completely focused on the task at hand. Like Augusta, I'm trying to pet the dog with my left hand but more often than not I'm just poking him in the eye.