I can't just do one thing at a time any more

Surely I can't be the only one who does this. Today I'm finishing up a story on prom dress trends (really quickly, it's long ball gowns or mini-dresses, sequins or metallic embellishments, jewel tones or flesh tones, ivories and whites]. See, I can't even write a sentence without interrupting myself. I'm finishing this story and hunting down photos as Baby C insists on short catnaps and pooping her diaper every 30 minutes, I swear. I am frazzled!

It's either multi-tasking -- that's the nice way to put it -- or just plain being all nuts and all over the place. Another example: Last night Baby C was all fussy right before dinner. The hub just finished making enchilada casserole, YUM. I saw that the dishes I had hand-washed were dry and started to try to put away a cutting board while holding the baby -- I dropped the cutting board (but not the baby!) and my husband was all, why are you trying to do that while holding the baby? Of course I got all indignant because Baby C was safe and fine and geez, if I don't stay on top of the kitchen it's a fricking mess. (I swear, I can't walk into the kitchen without a dirty dish out, or a counter that needs to be wiped, or the dishwasher needs emptying, or something! It drives me crazy). Anyway, he was right, but don't tell him that. The cutting board could wait.

I find I can't just focus on one thing at a time anymore. I always feel like I should be doing at least five things at once.Today's list includes: writing, being a baby mama, following up with prospective employers (translated: you interviewed me, are you going to hire me? God, I hate this part), finding time to do yoga (crap, how is it 4 p.m. already? No time for yoga now, must pick up toddler man soon), ordering a stroller part (also not done), folding the laundry (nope) and some other crap I'm forgetting. Oh yeah, I was going to get the little toddler man's haircut. Or was that tomorrow? Help, I'm drowning in my own nuttiness! And the baby is crying again...

OK. Deep breaths. No one died today. Calm. Serenity now. Where are those prom picture photos the PR people were supposed to email me? Breathe. OK. Speaking of multi-tasking, I learned that my teenaged son has *two* Facebook pages. The first one he's friends with his family, including even me. The second one he created and then blocked me and his dad for sure -- not sure who else -- so he can post all the swear words and rants he wants to without me or my sister telling him to clean it up, or to take some ridiculous post down.

I was more hurt by this than I should be. I think it was not because he made a second Facebook page, but that he went through the trouble to make sure I couldn't see it. I don't know, it just made me feel badly. I'm mostly over it now.

Besides, he thinks he's the only one with more than one Facebook page? Heh heh, kid.