sssslow motion

Remember way back when it was so funny to hit the slow motion button on the VCR?

I used to do that with my friends, especially with our home videos. We hooted at facial expressions we hadn't known were possible and giggled at how our slurred voices made us sound like we were drunk
[or how we imagined we would sound, anyway]

I am beginning to wonder if somewhere there isn't a slow motion button for my life.
And I think someone got a hold of my remote control.

Yesterday I was planning to meet Jason for lunch at 2:00.

I did a little cleaning. I read a few books to Janie. I cut my workout short. We were running on schedule [wait... am I ever running on schedule?] ... let's just say I was kind of pretty sure I was running on schedule.

I showered while Janie rolled around our room.

On my way to the laundry room, I walked past Janie.

Her diaper.
It was calling to me.
In
a
bad
way.

Change diaper.

Finish getting dressed.

Janie is upset.

I determine she is hungry.

Downstairs to get the rest of her yogurt from breakfast.

Feed her the yogurt.

She looks around for her drink.

[Which I didn't bring with me.]

Downstairs for the drink.

Upstairs to Janie with the drink.

I head back to the bathroom to attempt something with my hair.

When I finish, Janie is laying on a blanket on the floor in our room.

I pick her up, ready to head downstairs to do her hair.

Her back is sopping wet.

I had left the sippy cup on the floor by her and she rolled into it.

Books are wet. Blanket is wet. Clothes are wet.

Set up books in the bathroom to dry.

Move blanket.

Change the shirt.

Change the skirt.

Change the pants.
[darn, that was a cute outfit, too]

Talk to Jason on the phone about three different times.

Now for her hair.

*spray spray*

Reach for the comb.

Where is the comb?

Crawl around the family room floor, looking for the comb.

Find comb. Finish hair.

Run back upstairs about three different times.

Meanwhile, I probably made facial expressions I didn't know were possible and wonder if this is what it feels like to be drunk. And also, why isn't there a fast forward button on my reality remote?

We leave the house at 2:15 pm.

We meet Jason for a 15-minute lunch date. Because after all that, I was not about to not come.

But even after days like that, I hope there is no fast forward button on my life's remote control.

I think about this a lot with Janie and how slow things go with her development. I hear people say to enjoy your children while they're small, because they grow up so fast. With Janie, I feel like we get to do that a little more than most. I still get to hold her and keep her close by. She is my little partner in crime, my little helper, my little bff. [and ever!]

I think about this a lot with myself and how slow I am at learning the lessons I need to learn in my life. I sometimes forget that life is about what we become, not what we do. And becoming [*sigh*] takes its sweet time.

Still, I hope whoever it is that has the remote for my personal lifetime channel returns it to me.

Or is at least getting some good laughs... just as long as they don't get too terribly trigger-happy with that slow motion button.

Although, right now, considering the lateness of the hour, I wouldn't mind the
::pause button::
while I catch up on some sleep.