This is what I wish I was. For obvious reasons, the 8 hands.
It would be so nice to get laundry folded, while typing my WIP, playing with my kids, and burning dinner.
Just a side note on my favoritism of the octopus. When I was a kid, my mom would send me to school with a brown bag lunch. But they weren’t ordinary brown bags, my mother would decorate them with fanciful creatures. My favorite was a bag she made in 3rd grade. It had an octopus drawn on it, arms stretched wide. It said, “I love you THIS much”. Kids would try to trade their cookies for my bags, but I would never part with them. My mom was an artist, and each bag was proof that she loved me THIS much.