Or...I could sit in front of two--or three--computers and work on all my projects at once (let's hope my brain cells can keep up). I could fold a load of laundry while cooking dinner and calling an old friend or I could put on my make up, dry my hair and drink my latte'--before it gets cold. I could hold all of my kids and still have a hand left over to pet the dog and one to stroke the Big Guys cheek (what did you think I was going to say?).
Ooooo...I could even lift weights while eating bon bons and sipping a hot tea--wait would I have to lift with ALL of my arms to keep them equal? Let's change the weights to bottles, the bon bons to ice and the tea to vodka...all with a hand still free to pull out a stool at the Grouchy Dog.
Of course these are all the things I do anyway (yes even the computer thing--the Big Guy laughs every time he sees me like that), but it's not because I have any extra arms--it's just because I passed the "test" (see below) and got to be a mom.
"A mother was walking along the road with her young daughter who picked something off the ground and tried to put it in her mouth. When the mother told her not to, the girl wanted to know why? The mother told her it was dirty, bad for her and gross. The girl then asked her mother how she got to be so smart and know everything. The mother, thinking quickly, told the daughter she had to pass a test to become a mommy and that is how she knew everything. They walked along for a while and the little girl finally looked up and said, "So if you don't pass the test, you have to be the daddy?"