Who says men can't multi-task?

This morning, when I woke up, rather late for a Sunday morning, I took the dog out to do his business, made my breakfast, ate my breakfast, made Cindy's coffee, served Cindy's coffee, went to the grocery to buy items for making a side dish for church supper today, came home, made the side dish, took a shower in which I bathed the dog as well, dried myself, dried the dog, rinsed out the shower, dressed for church, vacuumed part of the bedroom where a frame had broken, tied my bow tie, watched most of CBS Sunday Morning and waited for Cindy to be ready to drive to church. At this point, someone asked me if I wasn't suffering from some mental disability because I had forgot the ice and altoids when I went to the grocery.

Afterward, I took the dog out again, packed the side dish for transfer to church, got into the car with Cindy, drove to church, removed the side dish and took it to the church kitchen and placed it inside a warming oven, drove Cindy to a parking space where she could complete her makeup, walked into church and said hello to several members of the church as I went to choir, put my choir robe on, gathered my music, went into the choir room where I practiced the anthem with the choir, sang in the choir during the service, joined Cindy afterward, went to the family center where I ate dinner, joined the adults who were involved with entertainment for the children, participated in the children's games, drove us home, separated and took out the trash, drove Kate's car to the self serve carwash and washed and vacuumed the car, got into a two hour conversation with a friend I ran into at the car wash, drove to the bank to get cash, drove to the grocery to buy food for making supper,including ice, altoids and candy for any stray trick-or-treaters who might come around tonight, drove home, made supper, served supper, including steak, salad and home made macaroni and cheese, started cleaning up supper, blew the pine straw and leaves off the driveway and front walk, readied the front for any trick-or-treaters, put the extra food away including lunch for Cindy for tomorrow, watched a little tv, went upstairs, napped for awhile, filled a foot massager with warm water and soap for Cindy, placed the foot massager on a towel for Cindy, read facebook notices, started this blog, took the dog out, continued to clean up the pots and pans from supper, tried to clean up a bit in the kitchen.

At this point, someone said that we hadn't accomplished the things we needed to do on Sunday afternoon and would need to take care of it in the evenings during the week.