Last night the hubby and I curled up on our respectively claimed areas of the den and watched the two-hour season premiere of Battlestar Galactica we taped Friday. For a few blissful hours I sat sipping a glass of wine and was nearly silent, which I’m sure was music to the hubby’s ears as I am a big talker. But during the commercial breaks, as the hubby fast forwarded through the commercials, I started talking about everything from Caitlin’s soccer game that day to Christmas gift ideas to my hair, which desperately needs de-rootifying.
The hubby: “How do you do that…just switch mental gears like that?”
Me: “I don’t know, I just do. I don’t necessarily like that I do it, but I do. It’s hard for me to shut my brain down.”
I’m not sure what gene I possess that enables me to multithink (term coined by the hubby which very accurately describes the way my brain flits from one unrelated topic to the next), but I think it’s the same one that allows me to surf the Internet, participate in a conference call, check e-mail, make a grocery list, draft interview questions, and obsess about whether or not I wrote the daycare check for the week and how I need to find the perfect outfit for the girls to wear for their Christmas portrait simultaneously. And that’s just at work.