Doug started working late nights and Saturdays this week. After our trip to Southern Utah (the first with all five kids), losing him was like losing my right arm. No one to hold a baby, cut up hot dogs, throw kids around or read stories. Wednesday night was a rough one. Our first day back in town brought swimming lessons in the morning, bags and suitcases scattered around (still packed) and Gordy sporting a nice low-grade fever which said in no uncertain terms, “Hold me! And don’t put me down!”
The girls wanted Daddy for bedtime routine and by day’s end I was a ragged (and not so chipper) replacement. Snarling under my breath, I washed dishes at 10:00 PM, picked up tiny pieces of snowflake cuttings (yes – snowflakes in August), wiped markers off the wall and peeled scotch tape off the furniture.
Saying yes to every project the girls pulled out was fine and dandy in the moment, but later I reaped the reward. Major clean-up. Even the couch cushions were piled high in the middle of the living room in lieu of a trampoline. While heaving them back into place I just wanted to make a bed for myself and drift into la-la land.
Where was Mary Poppins when I needed her? Bermuda? Aren’t magical nannies supposed to show up within minutes after tossing a letter into the hearth? I looked longingly out the window for her black umbrella and turned out toes. No luck. No snap of the fingers. No games.
So I got to thinking, if Mary’s not available, what’s the next next best scenario? Maybe a fast-forward button? Let’s say 45 minutes of lunch and clean-up crammed into two minutes of high-speed efficiency. Like this (see below).
Yeah… now we’re talking.
Inspired by my amazing friend Saydi (professional photographer and invested mommy), I put the camera on time-lapse video for lunch last May, right before we moved. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to fast-forward Mommy work in general – just nights like Wednesday when I’m so tired I want the house to magically clean itself up. Or, if that’s not an option, I want to do it at MOC speed so I can read my book without drooling onto the pillow.