My day is much the same as yours, I’d imagine.
There are windows of time in which I am remarkably present, refilling my water glass, passing the raisins, lost in a riveting conversation with Bee about small intestines, sharks, small intestines in sharks.
And then there are the other times. Windows of time that feel underwater, prosaic. Moments where I live in my head, thinking, always thinking. Times where I distractedly spread pureed banana onto my sandwich instead of the chipotle mayo I thought I reached for. Minutes that blur together by as I makeeggsprepbottlesuntanglehairtieshoeswipefacesfeeddogspeelorangesloaddishesofferBand-Aidsswitchthewhites…
It is in these minutes I pause, blink. Recalibrate, call for Bee.
Dance party? I ask, spatula microphone in hand, as she runs into the living room to turn on the receiver.
And so, this one’s for us all: Our Kitchen Dance Party Playlist
p.s. Tell me: what’s your go-to kitchen dance party song? I’d love to add it to our list!