When You Absolutely Positively Have to Work
Cold season has hit early in our house. The 2 year old had a hoarse voice at the end of last week and all weekend (perhaps it's b/c she spent a lot of time on Labor Day licking the dirt from her arms? Just a thought). And she would wake in the night crying that her mouth hurt. I knew it was only a matter of time...
Yesterday morning I wake up with the sore throat. The raw nose. The sneezing and watery eyes. I knew I wasn't as miserable as I was going to be but I played it safe and relaxed all day, mostly staying in bed, and discovered the dark side that is facebook. Who knew I'd be able to find so many boys I'd once kissed all in one place?!!?
This morning hubby woke me to make sure I'd be ok handling the kids for 13 hours. (Oh, and I forgot to mention that I cut my thumb quite nicely on Friday while preparing dinner and I can't get it wet.) I assure him in a croaky voice that I'll be fine, I have no pending jobs that need to be voiced today and it's still nice enough to take out the kiddie pool. Back to sleep until the 3 year old wanders in and asks, "Where's Papa?" Well good morning to you, too!
The day was going just fine until about lunchtime when emails started coming in for "a quick voice" and "just one paragraph but we need it by three" and "can you do a re-do? Our client messed up the script." Yes, yes and yes, I'll do it because they are all short and I can make it work somehow. Plus it as almost quiet/nap time and the timing was spot on so I print the scripts.
Just as I'm heading into the recording booth I get another email for a quickie. But this time it's an audition, directly from an agent I'd never spoken to but has a great track record and who found me through networking. OMG. And it's for a large-market commercial. Um, no brainer. Of course I'll do the audition. Eeek.
So this mom thought she'd sneak in a nap today during that ellusive quiet time. Instead, I worked. Tonight my voice is even more raw but you know what? I got to be here with my kids and make some money and get the attention of some very important people. I've got more that is due tomorow but I can do it! I know I can.
Now I have to go explain to the girls, who are running around all crazy past their bedtime, that the actually saying is BOOBY TRAP. Not booby crap. And it has nothing to do with boobs or the toilet. Geesh.