I understand that emailing is meant to be a more convenient way to communicate than a phone call, as I can do it whenever I find a spare moment. However, my two energetic toddlers seem to be in a constant race to test my patience, and they don’t take breaks, not even during nap time. So, trust me, I have attempted to reply to your email, but here’s what happens:
- The moment I glance at my laptop, my kids dive in, insisting they can help. They’ve never contributed to an email in their lives, but they’re determined to practice. Thanks a lot, kids’ shows, for that lesson.
- My keyboard is practically unrecognizable. It’s not a malfunction; it’s just coated in what I hope is peanut butter. I’m starting to question my sanity, though – what is that smell? Did someone really smear poop on my keyboard?
- My laptop screen has become a canvas for my daughter’s artistic expression. She’s decided to embellish it with her boogers and other surprises from her nose, claiming she’s decorating. At least if they’re on the screen, they’re not in her mouth.
- I dread opening my email. I have this nagging feeling that I accidentally sent something embarrassing to my boss while I was tipsy last week, and I’m terrified of facing the consequences. Ignorance is bliss, right?
- I’m not sure how they managed it, but my kids somehow pressed random keys for 20 seconds, and now my entire interface is in German.
- My laptop is currently buried under a mountain of laundry, junk mail, and a collection of naked baby dolls. It’s odd, considering I haven’t been pregnant in over two years.
- I would attempt to respond from my phone, but the last time I saw it, my daughter was busy taking blurry selfies of her feet, the wall, and a stick she has decided is her soulmate.
- Every time I sit down to write, I end up staring blankly at the screen, my sleep-deprivation levels rivaling those from the Clinton administration.
- Any free time I manage to find is dedicated to “self-care,” which primarily includes waxing my mustache, shaving my legs, and munching on three-hour-old chicken nuggets and stale Goldfish crackers just to check “eat dinner” off my to-do list.
- I even attempted to use the voice-to-text feature, but my computer keeps replacing my words with “duck.” Someday, I hope technology will advance to the point where we can communicate telepathically, and I promise I’ll be better at staying in touch. Until then, perhaps we can plan to catch up in a decade?
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Summary
Parenting can make responding to emails a monumental challenge. With toddlers vying for attention, messy keyboards, and a constant lack of sleep, it’s no wonder that emails often go unanswered. But there are resources available for those looking to navigate parenting and family-building options.