Tortoise and the Hair

So, we've basically become experts at doing things efficiently and trying to maximize our outings/events. Almost every place I go to doubles as something else and you get to get more done in less time than it would take you to go to each place individually.

Get gift cards at grocery stores, get gas at the car wash, eat dinner at the movies, cook a meal (in the crock pot) while you leave your house, or renting a movie at the redbox while you wait for your prescriptions. I sometimes sing "trans. formers.....more than meets the eye" in my head.

All we're doing is attempting to save time and multitask, right?. Some say multitasking is actually a misnomer. Your brain hasn’t evolved to deal with consciously processing multiple streams of data, such as listening to someone talk on the phone while you check your email and try also to keep one ear open for tidbits of an interesting conversation nearby. What we call multitasking is actually a process of switching attention rapidly among a number of different activities.

Confirming this finding is an experiment where subjects were asked either to check their email and then write a report — the tasks performed sequentially — or to do both tasks at the same time. The multitaskers took one and a half times as long in total than those people who did one task and then another.

Anyhow, back to my anecdote.

So, my hair is stick straight. Obnoxiously so. When I realized (years ago) that my blow dryer was doing nothing other than blowing hot air onto my hair while I ran my fingers through it I immediately thought of "blow drying" my hair....................................using the heater in the car! I know, you're aghast, but, IT WORKS. I do this so much and am so successful with it, that my daughter's both know that this is what I do. They anticipate it when I get into the car with my damp hair and my 5 year old begs me to open up a window for them to "breathe fresh air".

Well the other morning, I was using the trusty heater to dry my hair and I was at a red light (which is when I really give it volume by drying it upside down and where I get my longest stares) and Saylor was in the back seat.

Conversation went like this.............

Saylor- "momma hair"

Me- "yes, momma's drying her hair"

Saylor-"no, momma, hair, ugh"

Me- "yes, doesn't momma look crazy drying her hair?"

Saylor- "Momma! (I swear her face looked like she wanted to say Yo, Bitch!) Hair in my mouth! Momma's hair, in my mouth! Look! "

I reach back to her and grab this long ass, brown hair that had already wrapped around her tongue, from her mouth. I actually had to stop the car and help her remove the hair from her throat.

I couldn't help but laugh and then she did too.