Have you ever harped on your husband about not being a good enough multi-tasker?
I certainly have never, ever, ever, EVER done such a thing...I was just thinking some of you may have...
Well, for those of you who have harped on your husbands about their seemingly inability to process more than one task at once (not my husband...he is ABNORMAL...he tackles multiple jobs at a time better than any woman I have ever met! wink. wink.), I wanted to tell you that this lack of multi-tasking ability is actually completely normal...
It is so normal, in fact, that I recently read a book titled "Men are Life Waffles and Women are Like Spaghetti".
Here is the quick gist- men think in boxes, like those in a waffle. They can only process information in one box at a time, like hopping from waffle groove, to waffle groove...that's how they're wired.
Us women on the other hand, well, we think like "spaghetti"...our thoughts all intertwined and wrapping around each other, one leading to the next without seemingly having moved away from the first...
It is supposedly why were are MUCH better multi-taskers than our dear spouses... and why the poor guys can't follow our train of thought or our conversations sometimes!
Well...now I have another quick story, it has to do with a spaghetti dinner, of all things!
My sweet husband stopped home while on lunch break from his worship conference this afternoon. We are going to a concert tonight and my brother is coming over to babysit so we wanted to make him a home cooked meal-- spaghetti and meatballs!
My sweet husband spent his time off (and actually missed a session) making meatballs and sauce from scratch in the hour and a half that he was home so that I wouldn't have to do it later on. The only thing I needed to do was put the meatballs (all prepped on a pan in the refrigerator) in the oven to cook for about 25 minutes and then place them into the sauce.
What a great guy, right?!
Well, things didn't go quite as planned (there seems to be a theme here if you read my blog post yesterday!).
I was so engrossed in a blog post I was writing...(It's a REALLY fun blog post I might add, with original poetry from yours truly, and it will be posted in the very near future)...that all of a sudden I looked up and realized that Oh CRAP, the meatballs had been in the oven for 65 minutes!
I didn't take a picture of the meatballs but here is the cookie sheet I scraped them off of...
I put those lovely little meatballs into some sauce right away hoping to soften them up...
I'm feeling really badly because it's one thing if you burn your own meatballs, it's another if you burn your husbands!
I'm thinking he's going to say I wasn't thinking like spaghetti!
The only thing I could think to do (besides trying to soften them in the sauce) was to write this quick blog post telling you all what a wonderful person my husband is!!!
You're WONDERFUL honey! Thanks for all you do...
...Sorry about the meatballs!
Love, Your Wifey