Take my grocery store example. I tell my husband to get a package of size 3 diapers, some bananas and a gallon of milk. Yes, he comes home with 3 packages of diapers in various sizes and a banana cream pie, but he does this in under ten minutes. If I'd given him one task at a time, he would've made three trips to the store and still gotten everything home in under half an hour.
Had I gone to the grocery store on the same mission, I would've come home with a package of size 3 diapers, some bananas, a gallon of milk, some strawberries because they were on sale, a bottle of creamer because I remembered that we were out, some Pop-Tarts as a treat for the kids because they were extra well behaved today, some razor blades because they were on clearance, a new bar of soap because ours has been magically transformed into a ball, a package of chicken to put in the crock pot for dinner tomorrow, a couple magazines to read while I'm at the hospital with my son next week, and a princess headband for my daughter just because it was cute. This trip would take me approximately two and a half hours because I'd have to compare prices and look for my coupons, and assuming I was able to run out without the kids, I'd just enjoy my time going up and down the aisles giving sympathetic smiles to parents shopping with kids in tow. And of course, I'd have to stop and chat with every friend I ran into.
See? My husband was on a mission and shopped quickly; I was slow. He was lacking in accuracy; I added unnecessary extras to the cart. Not one method is better than the other. They're just different. My husband will be the first to tell you that he doesn't multi-task well. Give him a specific job (one at a time, please) and he's on it. He stays calm, focuses on that one job, and does it quickly. I, on the other hand, can do half a dozen jobs at a time, but I must admit, I don't always do them well. For example, while I was cleaning my sons' room and conversing on the phone yesterday, I screeched into a man's ear, "It's a hotdog!" Not one of my finer multi-tasking moments. Oftentimes when I clean up around the house while talking on the phone or checking homework, I can't remember where I've put something. Keys? What keys? Oh yeah, I think I remember seeing keys somewhere. Now where did I see them? Where on earth did I put them? (By the way, if keys go missing, blame it on the baby. It works every time.)
So, in conclusion, men, don't be upset if you don't juggle multiple tasks well. You have your own method of doing things and it's not bad. It's simply different. I know I plan on keeping my husband around despite the wrong size diapers he brings home from the store. I have to keep him - he can open the jars of KoolAid pickles, reach the stuff on the high shelves, and change my oil. ;)
My son didn't erase my petrified hotdog picture afterall! I just couldn't find what folder he'd put it in.
The J. Peterman Underwear Hat
Some people simply have style. Perfect for swinging at the park, running in the backyard on a warm summer day, or wreaking havoc at the local grocery store. Red elastic waistband doesn't bind. Holes for air circulation. Soft cotton fabric for stylish comfort. Boys sizes 2T - 4T.
(not really a J. Peterman hat.)