Last week I'm downstairs flying after a long day at work, and having come home and cooked supper to give the wife-ack a break. Unfortunately, 8 hours with small kids somethings does strange things to our wives...
"Can you finish washing the dishes? I want to go to the gym"
"I would, but I cooked supper. You know the rule, if you cook, you don't have to wash"
"And I put the kids to bed."
"I know"
(I'm now immersed in a dogfight) 30 seconds pass without a word
"Am I the only one in this conversation? Are you going to finish the dishes? There's only the stone cooking pan and the pot."
"Crap."
"what?"
"I died. It's hard to fly and have a conversation you know. But women don't seem to have that problem. You know, talk and drive for example"
"What do you mean exactly?"
"You can multitask better than I"
"Can you wash dishes and fly at the same time?"
"No"
"Can you maybe sweep the floor, pick up the toys, and tidy the family room and fly at the same time?" (her tone is getting angry and voice loud)
"No. Oh - come on! #)(**@(! HO queen!"
"Can you?"
"You could of finished washing that pot and pan instead of arguing with me about it and be on your way to the gym"
At this point I should of just shut up and apologized for the comment. Or realized she had 'THAT' pot in her hand. Or even better seen the look on her face. But nooooooooo. I just upped another fighter. My brain is trying to kill me.
I didn't hear or feel the pot knocking off the side or remember much the next few minutes cause I wasn't fully conscious. But I do remember washing the dishes, tidying the family room, and sweeping the kitchen all the while holding an ice-pack on the side of my head all at the same time.
Guess I learned I too can multitask.
