I picked up the telephone the other day and dialed the number. While waiting for the lady to answer, my mind started to wander onto too many various topics to mention here. The third or fourth ring startled me with a jolt as I realized I stood there with a phone in my hand and I was calling somebody. Panic hit full force while I tried to remember who I was calling and exactly why I was calling them. All this before I heard a hello on the other end. For who wants to be made a fool by saying, “Um, who is this and why did I call you?”
Some days I wonder where my brain has went and if I will ever find it again.
What can add an another interesting aspect to a phone conversation is to have 5 children wanting your attention while you’re trying to disperse important information into the telephone mouthpiece. We have a rule we’re trying to train our children in regarding telephone conversations. Notice the trying. Because it didn’t work the other day. They are supposed to put their hand on my arm and stand there quietly until I can ask what they need during a pause in my conversation.
However, we are all too human around here and if I have 3 or 4 kids calling “Mom” while I’m on the phone, I’ve been known to take off at high speeds around the house. It must surely look a ridiculous sight to see this lady yacking into her phone while walking swiftly from room to room with 4 kids running after her. It’s a race to see where I can find the most quiet spot before they get to me. Even better if the said place has a locked door.
One day I was desperate enough to try my walk-in closet. I went quickly in and shut the door, propping my foot against it to keep out any would-be invaders, thinking gleefully that I’d found the best spot yet. Closets don’t have to be used only for prayers . . . phone conversations work quite nicely in them too.
Until the light goes out.
Yes, some little rascal on the other side had seen me sneak into the closet and was having the time of his life turning the light off on me. I opened the door to find Terrel with a grin that stretched from ear to ear! He was thoroughly enjoying himself while I talked in the inky blackness of my closet. I couldn’t help but join in his laughter as I realized how much fun it would’ve been to turn the light off on someone inside their own closet.
Now I really must start looking for an even better place where the light switch is on the inside.
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