Answering the telephone when the kids are awake is currently my idea of living dangerously. My brother calls me up playing a practical joke. He knows I'm freaked out by an old horror movie where a killer hides upstairs and calls the babysitter. He hisses into the phone. "Did you check the children?" I drop the receiver screaming, "NO!" It's not because he fooled me.
Lately, bad things happen while I'm on the phone. I look away for a second, and the dog is busy tearing apart the bag filled with dirty diapers that I put near the front door. Something brown is smeared across my white oriental rug. The baby is standing in front of an open garbage pail, his hands clenching bits of discarded salmon from our dinner. The princess is pouring apple juice into her play kitchen sink, and it's forming a puddle around her feet. Big brother is finger painting with the ketchup. When I hang up I'll have about an hour of clean-up work ahead of me.
The phone is dangling by its cord. "Loren, LOREN...I'M JUST KIDDING...Hello?"
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You mean you actually use a corded phone? I would never be able to safely answer the phone if I was attached to a cord! I typically run laps around my house and up and down the stairs during my phone calls!
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