You would not believe the shenanigans going on in my daughter’s room. (Btw, that sounds SO WRONG.) The Oprah Winfrey Show sent me a studio-in-a-suitcase for me to set up and use on my appearance tomorrow. The show is filmed in sweet home Chicago, so subtract two hours for the time difference, one hour on standby, and one hour to get up and eat and get gussied up… looks like I’ll be up at the crack of Hell. Five a.m.
I just realized that we spent a lot of time talking about the lighting, and I was all, “Oh don’t worry, this side of the house gets all the morning sun, so we’re good.” Nice move, Swifty, the time change makes it even darker at six o’clock now, and judging by how it looks out there now, at seven, all I’ll have is the glint off the frosty grass.
I’m a little nervous filming in a different room after months of perfecting a setup in my living room for momversation.com, but in a stroke of genius seven years ago we installed the only DSL jack behind my daughter’s bed. In all fairness, it was an office then, but still. I never had a problem with it because I have a wireless network, but I need to be plugged in for Oprah. So I cleaned off her dresser and made sure none of her treasures are visible in the background, and police-taped the room until the kids go to dad’s tonight.
The topic is “Real Moms Confess” and there will be several moms Skyping in with me, some on the set, and we’ve also sent in taped bits that on reflection might be really funny for the audience at home, and still funny for me, but what was I thinking when I told the story of the nurses digging in the trash for evidence of amniotic fluid when I went into labor with my son?
Anyway, tune in tomorrow! I’m so excited I could pee. In fact, I think I will! And then the kids need to be dragged out of bed for the extra-early, Spring-Forward School Run.












03.10.09 at 09:03 AM |
You’ll be great. Have fun.
I had flannel pjs on for my school drop off today.
03.16.09 at 07:21 PM |
Holy crap! And why wasn’t this announced more loudly so I could hear it? My speakers must be turned off. I’m always the last to hear. Waa, waa, waa.
I’ll give you fifty bucks if you mention Momversation. On second thought, it might burst the community into an unmanageable group. Keep it our little secret. Thanks!