This doesn’t usually happen around these parts…
How was your weekend? Odds are, you didn’t find yourself recovering from the kind of Friday that I experienced…let me take you through it, moment by moment.
5:50a – IT Boy wakes up. Again. He’s already in bed with us, after waking the first time at 1a.
6:30 – Mr. IT heads off to the shower. I put IT Boy in the playpen and crank up the computer to check email. I get breakfast going.
8:00 – Little IT Girl heads off on the bus to school. Babysitter arrives for IT Boy. Babysitter reminds me that she’s leaving early today for a weekend getaway.
9:00 – Sitting at the computer and the phone rings. Caller ID shows “Unknown Name, Unknown Number.” Generally, this is a phonecall from a machine with a valley girl voice that begins, “Hiiiiiii, it’s Jessica from Limited Too calling! I wanted to make sure you got our latest catazine…” I do a killer impersonation of Jessica, BTW. Kids love it. But today it isn’t Jessica.
“Hi I’m Andrea* and I’m a producer with “Inside Edition” – I’m looking for Ellen Gerstein.”
“Hi, I’m Ellen,” I said with trepidation.
“Are you the Ellen who writes the blog ‘Confessions of an IT Girl'”?
Fame at last…”Yes, yes I am.”
“We’re doing a story on the Hannah Montana ticket sellout controversy and wondered if we could interview you and your daughter for a show airing next week.”
Oh. “Oh. I suppose so…when, where?”
“We’re not sure yet, I’ll have to check with my AP – can I call you back at this number?”
Sure. “Sure,” I said.
9:10 – spend the next 10 minutes explaining all this to the babysitter, who thinks I’m crazy. I tell her that I work with media outlets like this all the time, and the odds that I will be called back, much less appear on TV are minuscule.
12noon – I take my lunch break and decide to shower. Since I work at home on Fridays, showering is optional, as is hair and makeup. I’m wearing a tie-dyed shirt that is a size too big (debated between the L and XL, went with XL, big mistake) and long shorts with my hair in one of my daughter’s headbands. Basically, I resemble the 4th grader across the street who himself looks like Jerry Garcia Jr. When I throw the shorts in the hamper, I notice that the tag on them says “sleepwear”. Great. I’ve been wearing my pajamas around town for months, and no one says anything.
12:15p – phone rings. Camera crew is covering Marion Jones thingy in White Plains, they’re going to be here between 4 and 4:30. Oh, and if the kid has any friends who are also into Hannah Montana, can they come too.
12:16p – utter and complete panic sets in. What have I done?
To be continued…
* Names changed to protect the innocent