Somewhere in my thirties, I decided that I didn’t enjoy multitasking. Then in my forties, I decided I wouldn’t multitask because it wasn’t good for me. It’s a luxury to decide this. Many of my friends have full-time jobs while raising kids, caring for parents, and making marriages work. All that takes a lot of effort, and everyone only has the same 24 hours a day. I have high respect for my friends who can do it all. I am not one of them.
Thanks for sharing your perspective. For better or worse, I tend to deal with time being precious and limited by “making every minute count!” I also married someone who feels even more so. Consequently our lives are “full” (read: overcommitted). When I feel overwhelmed, I’d take a breather by deep cleaning the house, because, you know, kids can’t really do their cleaning chores up to my standards. Haha. There’s got to be a middle ground somewhere. I’m still searching for it after almost 50 years on earth.