Sick Kids, Sick Dog, one Radio Interview — No prob
Posted on September 17, 2013
Well, I woke up Sunday morning to a toddler and a dog both with a stomach bug, and both leaving symptoms of that stomach bug all over the house. Have I mentioned that I am SO grateful for hardwood floors?
Pre-baby days, a morning such as this would have constituted Armageddon for me. But six years, two kids, and a dog later, Dwayne and I simply rolled up our sleeves and got to work.
Downstairs mopped from corner to corner: Check.
Clothing, blankets, cushions laundered: check.
Dog cage hosed down: check.
Sick kid installed on the couch (on a towel) with a drink in hand: check.
Sick dog bathed and installed in the kitchen (on the tiles) with a bowl of clean water: check.
Sunday, bring it on!
And it did. By Sunday afternoon, Noelle was throwing up too. So, yesterday, I stayed home with both children and took the day to help them recuperate.
This would have been no problem, since I don’t teach on Mondays except that of all Mondays, this particular Monday I happened to have a radio interview for Shipwrecked in L.A. – my first ever live radio interview.
So, I got to work e-mailing all the college girls that babysit for us to see if anyone could swing by for an hour while I did my interview over the phone. I toyed with the idea of maybe just throwing on a video for the kids and then tucking myself away in the office off our bedroom, but then visions of children bursting in on me hollering, “MOOOOOM! Nathan hit me!” exploded in my mind.
I rapped out the e-mails at top speed, but alas, everyone was in class. As they should be on a Monday morning.
“Well, I can take the morning off,” Dwayne offered, and like the wonderful, supportive husband he is, he stayed home while I took a shower and got all dressed up for my interview – over the phone – where no one would see me.
“If you look good, you feel good,” Dwayne chanted, “And if you feel good, you preform well.”
“Yes!” I agreed while combing the mascara brush through my eyelashes.
Having Dwayne stay home ended up being perhaps the best thing that could have happened. The host of the radio show sent me her questions Monday morning and I sat down to work through my answers. “Here, help me!” I thrust the computer into Dwayne’s hands. “Ask me the questions.”
“What lead to your dream of being a missionary to Hollywood?”
“Well, um, that’s a good question.” I blinked, my mind stalled.
Here’s the thing about being an introvert – I can not just open my mouth and say what I mean. Everything has to go deep down inside and piece together bit by bit, before I’m able to spit something coherent out. This is lousy when you’re trying to crack jokes, but turns out to be pretty handy when you choose writing for a career.
Dwayne, on the other hand, is a quick draw and does a great job thinking on the spot. He is a great communicator, especially when you let him talk his thoughts out.
I mumbled my way through a couple of answers and Dwayne listened patiently. “That’s good,” he said hesitantly, “but I think what you’re trying to say is this…” And voila! in two breaths his words came out like diamonds. With his help, I worked through my thoughts and answers and got to a place where I finally felt like I was saying what I meant.
He trotted downstairs to keep the kids entertained while I sat patiently in the pink upholstered chair. I perched my cellphone in on the left side of my lap, and the land line on the right. Then I waited for the producers to call, my heart hammering in my chest.
Thirty minutes later, the interview was done. You can listen to it here. I come on 20 minutes into the show.
I took a deep breath, picked up both my phones and headed downstairs.
In the meantime, the living room had been pulled apart with toys scattered everywhere. “How did it go?” Dwayne asked.
“Good! It did it!” I beamed.
He bound upstairs to get ready for work and I turned my attention to the other, more pressing part of my life – the part of my life where I get no run-throughs or rehearsals. Nathan had pulled over the laundry basket of clean clothes and was stringing sheets across the floor. Noelle sat curled into the chair watching a cartoon.
Time to switch gears from author to mommy, at whiplash speed. What were we going to do today? All day with no agenda, no plans, no deadlines? My nerves still buzzing from the adrenaline of the interview, I stepped down into the hum of activity.
“Who wants to go to the Children’s Museum?” I called.
Two little voices crooned up to meet me: “Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee”