My husband is pretty wonderful, and my better half much of the time. But one thing we don’t always see eye to eye on is time management. While I find him to be painfully slow and very singularly focused, he would probably describe me as hypomanic, rushing around multi-tasking to death. Needless to say, our differences lead to regular arguments about punctuality, efficiency, and being fully present.
One example was the other morning, when my husband graciously offered to make me breakfast. I smiled at him, appreciating this thoughtful gesture and nodded, “I would love that.” Deep down, my tummy rumbling ravenously, I knew that while I could have whipped up scrambled eggs, toast and some coffee in about 8 minutes, it would be at least 45 minutes til his fancy omelet with English muffin and avocado mash would be ready to consume. And oh yeah, I’d be watching the kids while he prepared everything.
Keep in mind that I. Was. Starving.
(This post was originally published on January 9, 2017 on San Francisco’s Mom Blog)