Talking on the phone.
Something this mom has a love-hate relationship with.
I love getting time to talk to my kith and kin on the phone; but i do not love how my kids act while I am on the phone.
It’s always when they want to tell me all about their day or ask me five thousand questions or scream and holler at each other.
I swear they will be completely and utterly engrossed in whatever it is that has captured their attention that doesn’t involve mom; but as soon as I start chatting things change.
I have hidden in the laundry room to talk only to be found five minutes later.
I often pace while on the phone and at least one of them will be under my feet pacing with me because “it funny”. *insert eye roll here*
I try waiting until they’re in bed; but then they need a drink of water or a trip to the bathroom or they forgot something they just have to tell me.
And don’t get me started on trying to talk on the phone while in the car (hands free of course)…
My ring tone might as well be the tune from Jaws because I know as soon as I am talking the sharks will be circling me. Waiting.
Well, there you have it, it’s been just another Manic Mom-day!