Sunday, May 26, 2013
Keep telling yourself that, lady. Anything to dull the pain, I guess.
Yes, playing chirpy maid to a house full of kids and pets is exactly like directing a movie- if the movie is about a woman trapped in a mobius strip in which every day is exactly the same. Maybe we could call it Groundhog Day Without the Funny or Heartwarming Message at the End.
But hey, whatever keeps you sane, MommyWife. Your daughter is now a Diva who must be catered to (keep the fridge full of Pediasure.) The animals are Extras. Here come the financial backers- the guy who walks in wearing a suit who instantly demands food and occasionally insists that you provide sexual favors (hey, maybe this IS like being a director!)
Your life is like a Movie- a really stale, cliche'd movie which involves a lot more cleaning and cooking and soul-sucking Same than action or romance scenes, but a movie. Keep pretending that you are directing that movie, and that it's not directing you. And that there's a point to all this, which you'll get if you just keep at it long enough.
Hey, guess what, Mrs Director? One of those Dinner Scenes is coming up again. Put the vacuum away and get back in the kitchen. Um...."Action!" For what it's worth.