Holy. Old. Cheezits.
This weekend has been a whirlwind. I’m sitting here, having had both my glass of ice wine and slice of cheesecake (because my husband loves me, and knows that ice wine and cheesecake beat flowers all to hell for me), and comfortable in my footie jammies. And I’m still trying to grasp just what the heck happened.
It started innocently enough. A piece I wrote was accepted by Scary Mommy and posted on the site Saturday afternoon. Being published there is always awesome. It was, “Princess Or Not, How The Hell Does She Look Like That?” It was topical, and I really liked it. I tried to convey the respect I had for the Duchess, my admiration for her dealing with the press and all that goes with it a mere ten hours after having a baby. And looking just absolutely stunning while doing so.
I checked out the FB shares on the piece a few times, and then Wolf and I headed out for a bit. (Let me tell you: anyone that says they *don’t* check on those kinds of things when they write an article is either a liar, or a far, far better person than I am. I’m nosy, and get totally excited when I see a piece doing well)
By the time I’d come home, it over 200k FB shares. Holy old cheezits. That’s better than BOTH of my ‘big’ (for me) pieces have one on SM. What the heck?!
I talked to a friend of mine on the phone, and we took turns refreshing the site. Neither of us could believe what we were seeing.
Scary Mommy appeared to crash at one point. Ok, maybe ‘crash’ is too strong a term, but we couldn’t get the dang thing to load for a bit.
By this morning? ONE. MILLION. FACEBOOK. SHARES.
Shock. Total shock. And awe.
I realize that, with all the heartbreaking things in the news lately, folks were in need of something positive, and a new baby is a promise of hope, joy, love, and I think the world needed that.
But still…something *I* wrote? One MILLION?!
And it kept growing.
Then I got an email. CNN International wanted to interview me about the reaction Kate Middleton is getting for looking so amazing hours after giving birth.
Honestly, I thought it was a joke, or a scam.
Handy tip: When asked if you’re willing to do an interview, saying, “Sure, if I can manage not to wet my pants or pass out.” probably isn’t the most professional answer.
Thankfully, the lovely woman I was talking to didn’t hang up on me. By the time we set up the Skype connection and such, she seemed pretty confident that I wouldn’t completely destroy her reputation by being interviewed, and a time was set for the interview. Despite the fact that I was in a pony tail and, yes, my footie jammies. Good grief.
Then another email arrived, this time from CTV Toronto. They also wanted an interview.
Within 30 minutes, I was on freaking live feed, giving my answers to a black screen. I could hear the voice, but had nothing to look at but the green light on my monitor. I had no clue if I had a booger hanging out of my nose, drool on my chin, nada. Just as I was thinking, “I’m going to throw up. I’m going to pass out. I’m going to wet my pants. No, I can’t wet my pants, I’m wearing a skirt.” the interview was over.
Due to a breaking news story in Tel Aviv, the CNN interview was canceled.
Meanwhile, Wolf had taken Tazzie to the movies, and all of this had happened while he was gone.
Luckily, the CTV interview is online, so we could watch it.
At this point, the Scary Mommy post is sitting at 1.9 million. Part of me wants to stay up and check in on it, see if it hits two million tonight. The rest of me, however, is exhausted.
I was here, I lived it, and it’s completely surreal. Stunned, thrilled, excited…that doesn’t even begin to describe how this weekend has made me feel. I’m still boggled…This all really happened.
Holy old cheezits.
Maybe another glass of wine will help?
Here’s the interview for anyone interested.