I'm a very hard person to talk to on the phone these days. Most times, I resort to texting because at least I don't feel as bad when I get interrupted for the 11th time by a diaper blowout/impromptu dance party/meltdown over not going outside. Or in Milo's case, a painful gas bubble. Luckily, most of my friends are in the same exhasuted stage of life raising little people, so apologies are often not necessary. We all get it. Still, I look back fondly on the days when the phone would ring and I could have a normal thought process and free-flowing conversation without sounding like I suffer from Tourrette Syndrome:
"Hey! How was your-- STOP!! Don't touch that- yucky! Okay, sorry. So you had a good time?
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"Yeah, we're gonna be there for a week in September and-- No, Mommy already said we're not going to the playground right now...the rates in Myrtle are so much better after Labor Day and it's much less--- HEY! Stop sitting on him- he can't breathe!!"
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"Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery please? Yes- I'll have one large-- omigod-Jake-she-just-ran-out-on-the-deck!-- pepperoni and mushroom pizza- wait, no! get in here right now, young lady. I'm so sorry. Yes, light on the sauce. Do you want to go to timeout? A side of cheesy bread. Thanks."
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And so for obvious reasons, texting is my main method of communication these days, though that's not without it's flubs as well. But at least other people can get a good laugh at your expense. ;-)
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