Did you catch it?
Here now! No need to panic. I'm not referring to some exotic or hush-hush disease. I'm merely wondering if you happened to see my blog buddy, Ann (aka MommyX) on Good Morning America today. I am totally living her 15 minutes of fame vicariously. Maybe it was more like one minute of fame. But it has been long time coming. Her segment has been postponed more times than the entry deadline in a procrastinator's contest.
I've been trying to get the word out so people have a chance to brush my brush with greatness. Yes, I've been pim...push...foisting Ann's appearance on GMA onto my unsuspecting readers for the past couple of weeks. I'm striving to be the Don King to Ann's Mike Tyson (let the record show that I have prohibited ear-biting, and stated off-handedly that I find facial tattoos unbecoming). I want to be the Huma Abedin to her Hillary Clinton. The Judy Ogle to her Dolly Parton. The Michael Caine to her Sandra Bullock (the most congenial Gracie Lou Freebush). Who knows, I could turn out to be a real Svengali. Or as Elaine Benes might say, Svenjolly.
I set my DVR, but since my plan time at school was right after GMA's airing, I found Ann's segment online and watched it there. Who knew Ann would have a southern accent? Not me! You'd think I might have caught on that Missi-freakin-sippi is in the SOUTH by now. I'll let you in on a little secret: geography was never Val's best subject. Here's the transcript version, in case you might be distracted by the accent.
The kernel that I took away from the segment was that some moms are stressed, and some moms have anxiety, and they use prescription medication to deal with it. It's not about recreational drug use and bragging about scoring illicit narcotics while you're supposed to be minding the baby. You'd think that was the focus, though, after reading the comments on the GMA site. Probably from childless folk, or narcotic addicts. I can't speak for Ann, but I seriously doubt that her blog title, "Mommy Needs a Xanax," is a cry for help or an endorsement for getting high in order to deal with your own children. Perhaps some people have never heard of hyperbole. Or looked at blogging as a way of relieving stress.
I'm thinking of starting a third blog myself: "Teacher Needs a Blog." And a fourth: "Wifey Needs a Blog." Not really. Just letting off some steam through my fingertips again.