WOW I GOT A CALL FROM SPACE
february 3, 2013
hello from the westjet lounge at Calgary. it's been a whirlwind 24 hours. i left my babies at home, which was both heartwrenching and liberating. i've been really going through challenges in momville lately. luckily i have the help of my own mom, and without her, my entire brain would explode from the trauma of raising children. i almost think reading about the science of children's brains and the science behind parenting has started to drive me mad. I had a call with my long-time friend Amber and she felt the same way about books on parenting, which she ceased to read during her pregnancy. Anyway, whatever. If you don't have kids, you started skimming this paragraph a long time ago. Long story short, parenting 2 kids is tough work.
Yesterday on one of my flights I shared a row with a dude who smelled like cigarettes and was wearing a hoodie and dirty running shoes. I, of course, judged him right away as a "street urchin" and avoided all eye contact. But AU SECOURS! about 45 mins into the flight a woman beside me started to go into cardiac arrest. I tore off my ear buds (sorry joe Strummer) and dude beside me became my best friend.
He turned out to be a real beacon of calm. A doctor finally attended to the woman and got her to chill, or take her meds. (Wasn't cardiac arrest...but was a mild seizure). Josh - his name was - turned out to be a dad to a 5 year old. I asked him how he got through parenting a young child and he said "love and patience". Wow. Street urchins of the world UNITE!
After one more Westjet flight packed with terrible flight attendant jokes (let's get this Boeing going!!!) i got to St albert and rocked the show with Jeremy Fisher who is fantastic. My voice held up even though I've been fighting the flu and a cold. The audience was brilliant, thank you all so much for being engaging. I do play the same show to everyone, try to put my heart into it, but not all audiences are equal. St. Albert - you were brilliant.
On my way home I was pumping breastmilk in the bathroom (because there is nowhere decent to pump breastmilk in public) when who should call but astronaut Chris Hadfield! He called me from space!! And we discussed some private music-making we have been doing. And people thought I was just going in to take a wizz.
Isn't life fantastic?