That video of the foreign-policy expert’s live BBC interview getting video-bombed by his kids?
Happens almost every day in my home.
For years now, as I’ve tried to balance three kids, a marriage, a more-than-full-time job and a phone that never stops ringing and dinging, I’ve conducted interviews inside my pantry and bathrooms, on my patio and in my driveway with governors, chiefs of staff, judges, county supervisors, and campaign managers.
I once hid on the top bunk in my boys’ room — under the covers — to pull off an uninterrupted interview of a lawmaker about a controversial bill he was sponsoring.
My kids want to talk about Mesopotamia while I’m doing interviews. Seriously.
I promise I’m not creepy. I’m just a little desperate for SOME PEACE AND QUIET!
Oftentimes, my young ones join the conversation, whether I like it or not. In the middle of these interviews, they decide they want Goldfish, candy or to have long conversations about the history of Mesopotamia. (I’m not joking. Not. At. All.)
My oldest son, Mateo, once busted into a very sensitive interview I was conducting with former Maricopa County Sheriff Joe Arpaio while sneaking away to my bedroom in a failed attempt to find silence.
“What’s up?” Mateo asked the guy on the other line. Arpaio, never one to be deterred, pressed on.
Thankfully, the people on the other end of the line usually understand
About a month after the primary election, as news was breaking that Arizona Gov. Doug Ducey found the long lines intolerable, I was interviewing one of his senior staffers while hiding outside, behind our storage shed, with my laptop and a recorder.
There was no way the kids could find me there, I figured.
One did, and he wasn’t happy I’d tried to ditch him. He let me have it with a lot of screaming, but the aide on the other line pretended like it wasn’t happening. (I’m looking at you, Daniel Scarpinato).
Sometimes, the kids do win
And not many months ago, I locked myself into one of our bathrooms to grab a few comments from former Arizona Gov. Jan Brewer about Donald Trump’s chances of winning the presidency.
She was a high-profile Trump surrogate, she was boarding a plane back East, and I was on deadline.
But that didn’t matter to my two-year-old daughter, Penelope, who crashed the conversation with a shriek that must have been inspired by a velociraptor.
I missed half of Brewer’s quotes, but Penelope sure got what she wanted.
A hug from her mama.
Yvonne Wingett Sanchez is a political journalist, wife and mother of three.