Doing too many things at once

Right.  I can do Baking Queen.  That much is established.  What I cannot do is Domestic Goddess.  I think I eluded to this in an earlier post.  The morale of this particular story is when this particular fabulously talented photographer is reduced to having to vacuum, I should NOT attempt to do this at the same time as cooking dinner.  I hate sausages, and cook them reluctantly for my children who do actually like them.  Now, in addition to making the house smell like the press room did in Cup Week (WHY did the VRC say it was a good idea for all of the security staff to house their revolting smelling lunch, consisting of greasy sausages and rissoles, in the Media Centre????), I have burnt the sausages.  Bugger it!  I should really only stick to one Domestic Goddess task at a time.  Especially at Christmas time! I am preparing for the inevitable 'my sausages are burnt, they taste awful, I can't eat them' complaints.  At which I will calmly say 'Santa doesn't come to children who don't eat their dinner!'  You have to milk it at this time of year!

Alas this Baking Queen cannot cook and vacuum at the same time.
I should stick to photographing horses!

Comments

  1. persiflageDecember 23, 2010 at 10:18 PM

    Pay your son $2 and get him to do the vacuuming, and tell him how much talent it takes to do a good job. Remember Tom Sawyer and the Whitewashing of the fence. I have a copy I can let you have.

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  2. The Image Is EverythingDecember 24, 2010 at 7:43 AM

    Oh thanx! V good idea!!! Would like to read that book too. xxxxxxxxxxx

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