Old me, meet new me

Today, I about to take a shower with Myles. We are both naked, I've paused to clean the tub before we get in and the phone rings. It's a weird number, so I answer and it's a guy who works at Sennheiser who I did a demonstration gig for before. He says that he's in the car with the other guy from Tahiti who knows me from having met me at a music conference. I indeed know of whom he's speaking. He says that the guy is trying to put together some album recorded in Tahiti to promote his studio and Tahiti itself and might invite a couple of people I know, and asks if I'm interested. By now, an impatient Myles is running around chasing me saying "booty, booty," trying to whack me on my butt. Luckily, his "booty" sounds like "body" or "botty" so it's just nonsense noise to them.

He then hands the phone to the main guy who I met at least 3 years ago at a conference here in LA. So now, I'm trying to have a conversation, in French, about possibly going to Tahiti to sing later in the year (the baby will be here by then) and I've put Myles into his tub, but now he's loudly blowing bubbles in his bathwater. I can't really walk away because I want to make sure he's alright, but he's motorboating like a champ in his tub.

This is the stuff of my life. Every now and then, vestiges of my old life pop up and I've got to try and integrate it into the new chaos that IS. Mommy-me and singing-me collide from time to time. For instance, we were sort of canned from our restaurant gig until I'm not pregnant anymore, because the old-school, old-world Italian owner is scared of having a 'mama' onstage this pregnant because I might deliver or get hurt. Dude, really? I'm more nervous than you. I was already going to quit at the end of February which is still in the 7th month, but he cut us off at month 6. So now I get to lay around, doing nothing adult for myself for the next 3 months. I really liked getting to be a grown-up for that couple of days a month, but now, nope! Also, I liked my baby hearing all the music. Apparently it made Myles a serious music lover and I didn't even gig that much with him.

It's comical, it's frustration, but beyond all else, it's reality.