we make an art of coordination

we, the working mothers of the world, who are trying our best to be a good Mom, an efficient professional and a good individual, all at the same time, really make an art of coordination...
we try to keep the children occupied, by some activity at home or outside, while trying to make it for the meeting in the evening and keeping an eye on whether we can do anything to help someone -- be it a lady who we have to help us in rearing the kid or someone we know in need to some help, need not be necessarily physical... could just be by way of bolstering someone's sagging morale...
there are countless occasions when i have tried to do all of the above... huury back home to be on time to select what dress R would wear for her violin classes on a Saturday afternoon (i used to work half day on Saturdays, those days), gulp down food to save time, pack in a book to keep myself occupied, drop R's nanny on the way to the nearest point where she could take a bus to visit het Mom (she could not visit her Mom on a normal working day, since her husband would not allow that!!)... rush to the violin class... and by the time i got time to breathe, i was far too tired to look at the book i had packed in...
the classes over, many days R was in a mood for an ice cream or plain outing and though i yearned to hit the bed after a shower, i would try to do it with her...
sometimes B would have to be picked up on the way...
and all this while, the next deadline for the Annual Report proofs which would have been distributed to various departments would be on my mind... and that would be mentally slotted for the first task for Monday...
now of course, R has grown up, she no longer stays with a nanny, has given up violin classes... but there is still a lot of coordination to do... and all of it in the mind... we make no noise while we are mentally juggling, trying to slot in as much as possible in as less time as is possible, bettering the effort every single day...
and mind you, most of this is done while our men are at work... they have no clue of of what is going on...
if B knows that i am feeling down and out with this mental task day in and day out, he will politely say, "why did you not tell me?" and believe me, if i tell him, it is 90% sure that he will have forgotten, since he has to multitask... then the grouse is, "why did you not remind me?"...
with such cooperation, i resolve that i will manage independently...