Go for walk.
Combining it with school run.
Get home where I have 23 minutes precisely to speak to accountant re a contract, eat, feed Chippie and Godzilla, get Godzilla organised for gymnastics, ice cupcakes and drop them off at kinder on the way (out of the way) to gymnastics. So they’re not sitting in the hot car for an hour and a half before the group breakup party.
Ring accountant whilst making sandwiches for myself and Godzilla.
Collect cupcakes, icing, spatula and a cake board whilst discussing businessy type technicalities.
Sit on couch, phone squished between ear and shoulder, baby on boob, icing-covered spatula in one hand, cupcake in another and proceed to discuss contracts, feed baby and ice-cupcakes.
23 minutes and I have compelted phone call, feeding baby, icing 24 cakes, directing sprinkle-type decorations and plating cakes up, everyone (including cupcakes) in car and we’re off.
Did also manage to ice the baby, the floor and the toe of my left slipper. Managed not to ice accountant.
That would just be weird.