Sometimes I have these moments when I think (to myself because that is how I like to think and anyone around me might think I was crazy if I decided to share (which is what I am doing right now but since no one really reads this I think I am OK) but just to clarify, I am not really that crazy.) I could totally be in a movie or on TV. Not in general (although I feel I have definite potential buried below 50 lbs of motherhood) but at that (or this) exact moment. For instance, I could be completely frustrated with my kids, sitting at my table with my head in my hands (because on of them has spilled a 32 oz red Gatorade on my newly moped floor (just in case you didn’t understand my character’s motivation)) and I can picture a tight shot on my head with a slow zoom outward while I pull my hand back in slow motion with a look of defeat on my face ending with a slight head shake and my eyes turning upward (again, all in slow motion to add dramatic emphasis). Seriously, sometimes I can almost hear the background music.
It really is the music that makes the moment. Am I feeling defeated? Then the music should be
I Tried So Hard by Bone Thugs and Harmony featuring Akon (minus the Black man part because I’m not). Am I feeling determined? Well then I would chose a little tune by Linkin Park called
What I’ve Done (I would include the musical intro and the chorus). Is there a little hope and laughter to be found mixed into the situation then Mr. Rob Thomas is singing
Little Things. The music really makes the moment more then the action, and I can truly almost hear it.
Recently though, my soundtrack has been a little less glamorous. In fact, it has become constant, noisy, background music (because my husband is deaf). It is Guitar Hero Legends of Rock. Not just one song but the entire
limited collection. I get into the shower and hear
Ruby. I lay down to take a nap and I hear
My Name is Jonas. I yell at my kids and the Killers are right there playing
When We Were Young. What is even sadder is the fact that I have caught myself taping out the finger positions. I really need to buy the Areosmith version so that I can add a little variety to my background ambiance because death-metal doesn’t add to the calming effect I am looking for. That seems to be
The Story of My Life.
I just got a call from the school. It would appear that my 5 year old has vomited in the classroom and needs to be picked up and my 3 year old has made the baby cry. I defiantly hear
Into the Fire and Flame and that is my que to get going before the stress causes a meltdown. I am going to get through this day if it kills me.
(Picture me pushing back from the computer, smacking the monitor power button and exiting the room determinedly to the tune of
Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pat Benatar). Pan back over to the computer. Fade to Black.)
