Scene at the Sink
It’s March 2020. Mom is suddenly home all day. Baby has just learned how to crawl.
It’s evening. Mom is not yet done with work. The work, moved to online, has suddenly doubled, tripled. Mom is taking calls, watching tutorials, moving lots of stuff around.
The baby wails. It’s time to sleep, time for milk.
Mom has forgotten all about the sink. The bottle is somewhere in there, wait, I’m going to wash it, I’m going to make you some milk.
Mom digs into the pile of plates, bowls, drinking glasses. Washes the bottle, uh, bottles. Mom scolds herself for letting the bottles sit with the greasy pots.
Baby crawls and stays at Mom’s feet.
Baby falls asleep at Mom’s feet. There before the sink.
Scene at the Kitchen Table
There’s no spare room for work-from-home. Even if there is, will Mom be able to close the door? She can’t even close the bathroom door. There’s no escaping Baby.
It’s September 2020. The crawler has just learned how to walk.
And how to climb the kitchen table.
Who would’ve thought that those skinny legs could get so strong? Baby is toddling all day, climbing all day. Mom…
