Mommy Sounds Like a Man

I have man-voice.

I don't think I'm an alto so much as a BARITONE.

Maybe even a BASS. (Read "Base", not swimming bass fish.)

You see, in the car the other day, Incubus came on. I love Incubus. I've seen them in concert twice, and they rock...literally. The song I was listening to, and one that I adore, was "I Miss You," which always reminds me of my husband. LOVE IT.

So I'm singing along, and I'm realizing: I'm hitting the notes!

And it's not like he's pulling a Coldplay and singing falsetto. No. Just good old man-singing.

AND I'M HITTING THE NOTES!!!

If you've ever heard me sing, you know I NEVER hit the notes. But as a baritone? No problem.

Not a tenor...a BARITONE.

Yeah.

If my husband had heard me singing that low, he'd have changed the station. Nothing he hates worse than me singing and sounding like a MAN. Can you blame him? I can't.

Anyway, I sang the song through, thinking "Wow...I'd be a pretty goodman=singer," then, realizing just how horrifying that is, I changed the station.

But the fact remains, I can still sing Incubus...like Incubus. Like the singer. Who is male.

I wonder, when my kids are grown and out of the house, if they'll ever call home and mistake Mommy for Daddy when she picks up the phone? Because Bad, Naughty Mommy sings like a man.

Oh, dear...