Recently, I had the pleasure of babysitting for the first time since, like, high school. It was a quick two hours, no big deal, just me and the baby stone cold chillin’ on the couch watching a little CNN and drinking a little milk.
But as I was doing this absolutely saintly and miraculous task, I also tried to do a few other things. Like text. And watch TV. And…think. And it was impossible.
I wound up getting half of the milk on the baby’s shirt and half of it in her mouth — not that she gave a shit, cause she’s cool like that — but it made me realize that my friends who are parents are kind of like superwomen. Here’s why.