If you were driving down my street last Friday, you might have seen an interesting sight.
You might have seen me on my front step, talking on the telephone, holding the screen door shut with my foot, while leaning as far as I could away from the door to talk.
You might have also seen (and heard) two kids standing on the other side of the screen door, crying at the top of their lungs and pushing on the door with all of their might.
You might have thought that I could have been able to find a better solution to making a telephone call…and maybe I needed to have better control over my kids…
But when someone calls you with questions about your house (that is for sale)…and it is that horrible time right before dinner where the kids are impossibly cranky…and you can’t physically hold the bathroom door shut any longer…sometimes your improvisation skills are a bit irrational…especially once I realized that the person on the phone could hear every shriek…and that Parker would figure out that he could go come out the side door to give me the complete surround sound version of crying kids…all over a telephone call…
Maybe interesting isn’t the right word…
My bedroom door locks. The closet is sorta sound proof. Been there, done that, hon. Hang in there!
That is SO familiar!!!! The problem is that my cell phone loses signal when I go in the bathroom……