Good evening, fellow working parents! Are you relaxed after a long day of <fill in various blanks>?
Let’s not focus on the negative. Sure, being a full time working parent of multiple children, equipped with the partnership of a similarly full time working parent is, well, rough.
But there are perks! I’ve picked up new skills. It’s like someone famous and successful once said – “you never know what you are capable of until you
try absolutely have no choice but to get that shit done.”
The 45-second pedicure
Ingredients: Feet, nailpolish (in a bold color, because you’ve got nothing to lose), closed toilet seat to prop the foot, then the sink because baby will inevitably reach the top of the closed toilet seat. Also, base coat if you really want the extra challenge.
From the second you’re finished, you have about
3 days 1 day 12 hours 7 minutes before something smudges or chips. Congrats: you’ve achieved the 3-day old look.
The half-decent haircut
By haircut I mean random snipping of dead ends, and by half-decent I mean it’s so ‘layered’ no one notices because, let’s face it, it was a mess before and it’s still a mess now.
But check off haircut from your to-do list! You just bought another 6 months.
Grammatically correct, formatted email communication – including attachment
I took to one-handed typing fairly easily. It only gets better with time and number of kids. Now I can send full emails – no typos, perfect structure, with attachment – by one-hand typing.
This, I believe, has lead to another skill which I am utterly ashamed of: texting while walking. I’m so ashamed about this I cannot elaborate. I hang my head in shame. While texting. Perfectly.
Lots of mistakes with very few fucks to give
My favorite new skill. I don’t mean, leave your house messy and not care. Or forget details because you’re tired. I mean letting go of being flat-out wrong at least 29357293875 times a day. Not always being nice because that requires, literally, too much energy.
Not batting an eye when your son comes up to you – while you’re laying down – pats your stomach and says you remind him of his 8-month pregnant ganenet.
Not reading over this post 57248574 times before just hitting publish because dammit, you miss blogging and you’ll make teeny tiny time for it when you can.
See? So much going on and I still have time to pick up new skills.
What are some new skills in your “goddammit, I’m gonna make this work” toolbox?