It is funny to me that this is the second time in my brief blogging history that I am referencing the great lady, especially as I have not thought of Mary Poppins before this in about 20 years. In any case, after being up all night the night before, I took a nap yesterday afternoon and left the kids in the care of my MIL. Waking up from a deep sleep feeling completely drugged, I came downstairs to find my laundry on the couch. All 16+ loads of it done. Folded. Was this a dream?? What was going on? I went out to the kitchen. My dishes were washed. And put away. And the dishwasher was emptied. What was happening? Maybe it wasn’t a dream. Maybe I had actually died and gone to heaven. There were no children screaming. They, in fact, seemed happy. Not wanting to break the spell, I grabbed my phone and snuck down to the basement. In a hushed voice I called my sister, “I think Mary Poppins is in my house! What should I do?!” We agreed that we shouldn’t yet alert the news media that an aged Disney character had come back to life and was in my living room–with all our current stress, having all the extra cameras and publicity would probably make things even more tricky. Help me keep the secret and let’s just sign this one off as a miracle–I can’t even do one load of laundry in a day when neither of my children are invalids. What this amazing woman did in 3hrs. deserves an exhibit in the Smithsonian, as far as I’m concerned.