Wednesday, July 7
I used to think I understand what a phone ringing meant. It meant 'pick it up, someone's calling you'.
No. It doesn't apparently. It means something else if you are a child in my house.
It means you must have Mummy's attention NOW. You must have something super-dooper-urgent-can't-wait-another-second-to-discuss.
It also means at times to scatter like cockroaches to a light switching on, scattering to go places, touch things, that you know Mummy might be (Ok WILL be) annoyed about because they are off limits. Like for example, helping yourself to the pantry, or going outside with your pajamas on when it's 2 degrees outside to 'ride your bike'.
So to everyone who calls me in the day prior to 6.30pm at night - if I seem a little distracted or our phone calls are abruptly called to an end, it's nothing personal - my children don't understand what the phone is for. Yet.
I'd say in about 10 years I may get my revenge when they are constantly on the phone. I might take that opportunity to rifle through school bags, through rooms, reclaim or throw out those items of clothing that I can't bear or make them eat healthy food. Any other ideas to add to the list?
Can't wait... revenge is sweet!
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