To my friend who left me a voicemail today,
Thank you for calling to cancel our play date this week... especially since I was just about to do the same, as I inadvertently double booked us this week and wouldn't have been able to make it anyway.
I'm sorry to hear that your son has a terrible fever and was cranky all day. I wish I could have personally offered my sympathies, but I probably couldn't hear the ringing of the telephone over the tantrum my son's been throwing ALL DAY LONG...
He refused to nap this afternoon and wouldn't eat or drink. He didn't even enjoy our trip to the grocery store like he usually does... It turns out he's teething again, poor little guy, and was just trying to tell me he was in a great deal of pain. I don't know if there's baby sign language for "#$%&* !!!"
Perhaps I missed your call when I was outside bidding my family "good-bye" after they dropped by (unexpectedly) on their way home from the airport. They were returning from a weekend in Cabo and wanted to show me the pictures they took of... oh well, the resort where they stayed... the timeshare they were swindled into purchased... and the destination wedding that they attended.
My mom, friend of the mother of the groom, had lots of catty things to say about the bride. Passed along by her new mother-in-law, no doubt. Did I mention that these are all people I do not know and do not care to hear catty things about? From what I could tell, it seemed like a nice wedding. Good for the Bride and Groom. As I told my mom, "It's their day. They can be anyway that they want to be..." but I digress.
Maybe I didn't hear the call-waiting beep when I was on the other line with my sister, who called to COMPLAIN about "having" to go to Mexico for the weekend on our parents' dime. Apparently, she's over the whole "family vacation thing" (i.e. hasn't been supporting herself in the real world long enough to appreciate a completely free, non-work related, no-strings-attached, honest-to-goodness VA-CA-TION! ). She didn't even attend the wedding. She was there purely on leisure (!!!)
(sigh!) I wish I could go on vacation. I could really use one...
Could it be that you called this morning while I was at the local library's "Mother Goose Story Time"? It sucked by the way. Don't go.
The moderator was sooooo dull that the kids (and the grown ups) were bored to tears. Literally. Of the twelve kids that showed up, half were crying while the other half tried crawling away. The group ranged from one month to a year old. What a one month old needs with story time is beyond me. Shouldn't she have been home, avoiding germs?
Speaking of germs, dirty and chewed up hand bells were handed to each kid to jiggle along to a song, only to wind up in the kids' mouths as they probably have many times before... yet I can guarantee they've never seen the sunny side of a Lysol Wipe. I'm only a moderate germ-a-phob, but even I couldn't resist a good long soak in hand sanitizer after that. My son and I walked out before the "good bye" song... but unfortunately not in time get your call.
Also, I'm sorry I haven't returned your call yet. You see, I check my voicemail rather late in the day and was about to call back when I realized that it was time to make dinner. Then, my husband came home and wanted to vent about his day (more catty things about people I don't know). I listened attentively and patiently until it was time for the little guy's bath and bedtime. There were dirty dishes and a dirty kitchen floor... but, I blew that off to blog.
I'll call you tomorrow and ask how your son is doing. I promise. XOXO
Thank you for calling to cancel our play date this week... especially since I was just about to do the same, as I inadvertently double booked us this week and wouldn't have been able to make it anyway.
I'm sorry to hear that your son has a terrible fever and was cranky all day. I wish I could have personally offered my sympathies, but I probably couldn't hear the ringing of the telephone over the tantrum my son's been throwing ALL DAY LONG...
He refused to nap this afternoon and wouldn't eat or drink. He didn't even enjoy our trip to the grocery store like he usually does... It turns out he's teething again, poor little guy, and was just trying to tell me he was in a great deal of pain. I don't know if there's baby sign language for "#$%&* !!!"
Perhaps I missed your call when I was outside bidding my family "good-bye" after they dropped by (unexpectedly) on their way home from the airport. They were returning from a weekend in Cabo and wanted to show me the pictures they took of... oh well, the resort where they stayed... the timeshare they were swindled into purchased... and the destination wedding that they attended.
My mom, friend of the mother of the groom, had lots of catty things to say about the bride. Passed along by her new mother-in-law, no doubt. Did I mention that these are all people I do not know and do not care to hear catty things about? From what I could tell, it seemed like a nice wedding. Good for the Bride and Groom. As I told my mom, "It's their day. They can be anyway that they want to be..." but I digress.
Maybe I didn't hear the call-waiting beep when I was on the other line with my sister, who called to COMPLAIN about "having" to go to Mexico for the weekend on our parents' dime. Apparently, she's over the whole "family vacation thing" (i.e. hasn't been supporting herself in the real world long enough to appreciate a completely free, non-work related, no-strings-attached, honest-to-goodness VA-CA-TION! ). She didn't even attend the wedding. She was there purely on leisure (!!!)
(sigh!) I wish I could go on vacation. I could really use one...
Could it be that you called this morning while I was at the local library's "Mother Goose Story Time"? It sucked by the way. Don't go.
The moderator was sooooo dull that the kids (and the grown ups) were bored to tears. Literally. Of the twelve kids that showed up, half were crying while the other half tried crawling away. The group ranged from one month to a year old. What a one month old needs with story time is beyond me. Shouldn't she have been home, avoiding germs?
Speaking of germs, dirty and chewed up hand bells were handed to each kid to jiggle along to a song, only to wind up in the kids' mouths as they probably have many times before... yet I can guarantee they've never seen the sunny side of a Lysol Wipe. I'm only a moderate germ-a-phob, but even I couldn't resist a good long soak in hand sanitizer after that. My son and I walked out before the "good bye" song... but unfortunately not in time get your call.
Also, I'm sorry I haven't returned your call yet. You see, I check my voicemail rather late in the day and was about to call back when I realized that it was time to make dinner. Then, my husband came home and wanted to vent about his day (more catty things about people I don't know). I listened attentively and patiently until it was time for the little guy's bath and bedtime. There were dirty dishes and a dirty kitchen floor... but, I blew that off to blog.
I'll call you tomorrow and ask how your son is doing. I promise. XOXO
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