“One thing at a time.”
I find myself saying this to my kids all the time. It describes why I can’t get them a glass of milk at the same time I’m cutting up carrots for their snack. It explains why I can’t get my older kid his art supplies when I’m currently in a poopy diaper situation with the baby.
I picked this phrase because it was easy to understand and easy to say and didn’t blame anyone. It turns out that all of these attributes contribute to it feeling perpetually relevant. It is always true that in any given amount of time, I can only perform one action whole-heartedly…and it turns out that *I* need that reminder a lot more often than my kiddos.