When Multitasking Lands You In Therapy

This weekend Jane had a soccer tournament and Alexander had baseball. Mr G and I went with the divide and conquer parenting strategy. I went with Jane to Newhall and Mr G hung out with Alexander for picture day, a game and a few playdates inbetween.

When our foursome is split up we typically rely on texting quite a bit. While Jane was warming up I grabbed my iPhone and played catch up.

My father sent me a message asking where I was. Newhall, I told him. He texted me, Hot?

I moved over to texts from a girlfriend. It was so nice to see you, you look so good, I love your hair… you know the standard stuff. She texted me a question about my shorts, they are cute where did they come from?

I watched a little soccer and then there was a break in the game. I picked up the phone and started sending replies.

I replied to my father’s question about hot: Hot as hell and tacky as shit.

And then I replied to my girlfriend’s question about my shorts: Why thank you.

Except I sent them to the wrong peoople, so the text threads looked like this.

DAD: Hot?

ME: Why thank you.

FRIEND: I love your shorts.

ME: Hot as hell and tacky as shit.

I have tried, unsuccessfully to scrub this from my brain. So I figured I’d share my therapy moment with all of you.

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  1. My worst fear is sending a regular tweet that was meant to be a DM. Not that I DM anything bad, mean, or racy, but you know the one time I do, it’ll be sent to everyone.

  2. I must say, thank you for the giggle. It made my day just a little. I’ve been in the same boat as you, only I asked a male friend when his pregnancy due date was. LOL

  3. You are at least adept at returning texts during kids activities. My daughter nails me everytime for not paying attention during her activities so I must refrain otherwise I must incur the bad parent rap.

    Funny post!!

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