The Person I Need Is Nanny McPhee

I just took Norah to see Nanny McPhee Returns, because she missed going with friends the other day when the allergic reaction appeared.  I really think Nanny McPhee III should come help ME out in her next movie.  I actually got a little misty when the mom in the movie, who coincidentally was named Mrs. Green, was standing on the couch screaming “GET OFF THE FURNITURE!!!!!!!!” and again when she was running after Nanny McPhee like a desperate bride-to-be running into the Filene’s Basement bridal gown sale.  If a character in a movie almost weeps in gratitude at the thought of having a few minutes to herself, I can’t be the only real-life mom feeling that way.

Honestly, I don’t think my desires are outrageous, but they’re so far from becoming a reality that I might as well wish for world peace and a personal video message from the Old Spice Man:

  • I want to ride in the car without anyone touching anyone, almost touching anyone, whining, fighting, or committing any offense that requires me to use the B.M.D.
  • I want to sit in the dining room without a giant stack of paper threatening to topple over on my plate.
  • I want to get through one meal without having to tell anyone to sit down, get back in their seat, eat their food, or stop putting chewed-up food on someone else’s plate.
  • I want people to see clean laundry, dirty dishes, or personal items piled on the stairs and realize that they should pitch in and do something about it.
  • I want to get a full day’s work done without working until 2 a.m.
  • I want everyone to be in bed, ASLEEP, by 8:30 p.m. (except me).
  • I want to have time for a hobby.
  • I want to sit down with a glass of wine and bask in the scent of Lavender Fabuloso, with all of the house clean at the same time.
  • I want to cross something off of my to-do list and not have it be immediately replaced with 5 other things.
  • I want to sleep alone for 6 straight hours.
  • I want to shower alone without hearing any loud crashes or being asked to mediate through the door.
  • I want to poop alone without having to go to a nearby retail establishment solely for that purpose.
  • I want my house to look like this a little less often:

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  1. Helga says:

    I’m feeling you Lori! You just have so much on your plate right now. Your day will come. Good thing you live near so many places with bathrooms, though.