Thursday, May 5, 2011

Life Interrupted

If given a choice, I vastly prefer to talk to someone in person than over the phone, especially for an extended conversation. I suspect that I'm not a good phone conversationalist. I miss the accompanying mannerisms and facial expressions. I'm more apt to consider a moment of silence awkward, so I attempt to fill it. On top of this, I'm frequently switching gears in mid-sentence to address one of my children instead of the caller, making the dialogue even more fragmented.

I'll be setting up an appointment, and before I can finish that yes, Tuesday at 10 would be fine, I instead find myself saying, "Would you please stop licking my leg?" or "Stop hammering your brother."

With enough practice, you can gauge how a mother's day is going by the number of times she deviates from the conversation and the level of intensity and specificity of the interruption.

If she addresses a child with a simple, "Not right now, honey," things are running pretty smoothly in her household. If it's an exasperated, "I've told you before, you cannot ride your bike down the stairs, and while you're at it, take the play-dough out of your ear already," well, pray for her.

Just last week, I was talking to a friend about her first pregnancy. At some point during the call, The Girl came unglued -- falling off chairs, spilling drinks, annoying her brother. I took one look at them and figured my best option.

I locked myself in the bathroom.

Yes, I was going to finish that conversation, even if its duration would be brief. What beautiful irony that I was congratulating my friend on the child she would be bringing into the world while hiding to escape the ones that I've brought into the world myself. Ain't life grand.

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