Friday, November 2, 2007

The Perfect Storm

Last night I realized how very well my job as Head Concierge at Sundance prepared me to be a mother.

At about 8:25 p.m. I realized I was headed right for the perfect storm. I had been watching reruns of Sex and the City on TBS for a couple hours, and that's what I was doing when Eric came home from fishing ready for some attention. Amos, who had been asleep for hours, woke up screaming. My cellphone started to beep, reminding me it was time to pump. At that same moment, my stomach started to growl.

It took me back to those moments at Sundance when, after no one had called all day, all three phone lines were ringing, someone was standing in front of me waiting for help, it was time for a pre-con, and I had to print someone's boarding pass so they would get an "A" (Southwest, of course).

So, just like at Sundance, I prioritized and started with the most irrational, demanding guest i.e. the baby. These days Eric plays the role of that nice guest who can see I'm swamped and takes care of himself. As for the pumping, that's phone lines 1, 2, and 3. They leave a message and I get to it when I can (as soon as possible, within 2 hours).

On a completely different note, this morning Amos confused Eric's nose with, well, uh, something else.


Susan said...

I am glad that we could help in some way. :) Love the story.

Anonymous said...

I love the story, too! When it rains, it pours!