Discovery this week: Working and babying is for the clinically insane! While I pride myself on being a multi-takser extraordinaire (watch me drive uptown, do my make-up, talk on my phone and fish for the perfect song on the radio all at once). Being a mom takes multi-tasking to another level. You need to be an Octopus. Yes I need eight arms. Two to hold baby, one to hold notebook and pen, two for the keyboard, one for the oven, a couple for the vacuum, probably one to brush my teeth with, one to hold the cell phone up (although I’ve mastered the ear to shoulder hold) and one to get dressed with, one to do my husband with, and another to give the finger to all the breast gawkers and baby haters. So I failed math — that’s way more than eight arms. Often I find myself doing all of those things simultaneously still trying to figure out how to stay sexalicious and fun and funny and warm and wonderful. Still trying to answer every email and call all my friends just to say hello. Damn it! Why I can’t I just be like Gwyneth Paltrow–she is doing it all. I swear. Visit her blog—Paltrow figured it all out. She knows some secret the rest of us don’t. Wait maybe she secretly has 8 arms er assistants. The truth is you need more like 18 arms. 18..18..that gets my mind wandering… oh to be 18 again. No baby, no house to keep, no phone calls and favours, just my hot cheerleader body and my hunky football player bf.