I've got 2 3 year olds in the bath. I'm changing a wiggly baby's very poopy diaper. The phone rings and they want me to answer a survey about my last visit to the pediatrician. I'm nice, and agree. I hear a bloody murder scream from the bathroom. I pick up poopy naked baby, still acutely listening and trying to answer honestly to the survey. Find out that Owen threw the metal bath plug and nailed Cameron in the head- goose egg to prove it. The survey lady is still asking me questions but I can't hear her at all due to the high pitched crying/screaming. I ask her to hold on. I have naked poopy baby in my left arm, phone on left shoulder, pick up wet naked boy with right arm and put him in time out. I check Cam for bleeding and dilating eyes and then quickly go in my room and shut the door.
At this point the survey lady decides my call is not worth making money off of,
"Ma'am, would you like us to call you back at a better time?"
At this point the survey lady decides my call is not worth making money off of,
"Ma'am, would you like us to call you back at a better time?"
5 comments:
Ahhahahahahaha. . . a better time? Somedays, stories like this make me laugh and smile at all those "moments" in our lives when things are seemingly out of control. Other days, it makes me want to cry, from knowing that we will never be free of those "times." But twenty years from now, I'm sure we'll all look back on these moments and realize they are "the better times" and we're so grateful we had them.
The telephone ALWAYS rings during chaos. This made me laugh!!! Thanks for making my day.
Hahaha... some people! That is too funny!
When they ask if they need to call back I always say "no, there is no better time!" LOL
glad cam is ok.
Found your blog today through Trisha. I loved this post and think you are a supermom! It brought back bitter-sweet memories of my own with three very little boys! (My oldest was only 34 months when our third boy was born!) I think we must be kindred spirits!
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