A Writer Mama’s Motherhood Moment

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(Try saying that ten times in a row.)

Scene: Monday of Advent, week 1, at the Basi home.

I am scheduled to be interviewed by the SonRise radio program early in the morning, during that nebulous half- to 3/4-hour between breakfast and Julianna getting on the bus. So I put on Signing Times, which plays on a continuous loop if you let it, and which Julianna will watch for hours if I let her.

The phone rings. Caller ID says Cincinnati. The host puts me on hold; I go upstairs and shut the doors to my room so the sound of the washing machine (and the sound of Rachel Coleman) won’t disrupt the interview.

But today, for some bizarre reason, Julianna and Nicholas decide once is enough. So five minutes into my live interview, which is being broadcast up and down the East Coast, the door goes: boom! and in pads Culprit #1:

Culprit #1, AKA "Yacht Club Boy" Basi

Fortunately, he goes straight for the bedroom phone, with which he can’t do any damage because I’m on the other unit, but punching buttons keeps him quiet.

Thirty seconds later, the other door opens. Enter Culprit #2, tearing into the room in adorable bow-legged glory:

Culprit #2, AKA "Angel Face" Basi

And at this point, my brain, which is trying hard to issue forth coherent, engaging dialogue with a complete stranger for the benefit of who knows how many listeners, begins to process another sound. A sound I can’t identify, but which DOES.NOT.SOUND.NORMAL. 

I spend the rest of the live interview only half paying attention, with a large part of the back of my brain screaming “HANG UP THE PHONE AND GO FIND OUT IF THE HOUSE IS ABOUT TO FALL DOWN!”

By the time the interview ends, I’m sweating with the strain of splitting my brain this way. I go tearing downstairs. The source of the noise? This:

The source of the mysterious noise. Photo taken in a less vulnerable moment.

Alex’s Disney train has derailed on the living room floor, where it lies on its side spinning its wheels pathetically like one of those little roly poly bugs that can’t flip itself over.

If you ever wanted to know what life is like as a SAHM and writer…there it is, in all its glory.
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6 thoughts on “A Writer Mama’s Motherhood Moment

  1. LOL! You have just described the situation I most fear during radio interviews! Its hard to be waxing poetic about the vocation of Motherhood while wondering who is getting into trouble downstairs. I arrange a teenage sister to babysit and a bribe for good behavior. So far, so good!

  2. Sorry, Elizabeth. I’ve been having trouble keeping up with my own schedule lately, much less publicizing it. LOL

    Leticia, I make use of babysitters sometimes…more often I try to schedule things during nap time. But as you are well aware, I’m sure, sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way. 🙂

  3. evanscove

    LOL! Oh, the joys of being a writer and a mother at the same time… Glad to hear that the house wasn’t falling down! Kids love to do things at the most inopportune moments…

    Thanks for sharing this. It brought a smile to my face.

    Evan

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