My husband walked in the door with a smile after having taken our middle child to an appointment, and I was just turning off the water at the kitchen sink. As it made a gurgling sound going down the drain I dried my hands on a striped towel and deposited a kiss on my husband’s lips.
“Hey, babe!” I said, then I leaned against the counter nonchalant.
He walked into the tidy living room to lay down his phone, but quickly returned with incredulous eyes.
“How did you get so much done with the baby here?” He asked in surprise. “Has she been upstairs this whole time?”
I heard the tiny feet overhead that sounded like a trampling elephant.
“No,” I answered. “She just now went up there.”
Then I proceeded to share how I had given her and her sister a bath, dressed her and fed them. I explained about kissing booboos and giving attention while also loading the washing machine and dishwasher.
“I guess I’m just good at multitasking,” I answered.
