I cannot believe it is late Thursday night already. This happens to me on the weeks when Dave is traveling. Time flies incredibly fast and though I may accomplish much, it doesn't seem like it. It's been a good week overall, but I could sleep for days right now and the list of things to be done is still significant.
I wanted to impart some bits of experience and wisdom before the weekend began. Today I was "indisposed" when the phone rang. I heard William say, "I'll get it!" (And to his defense, he does very well answering the phone. It's the moment after that where he starts talking about whatever is on his four-year-old mind that scares me.) So I thought to myself that I had better get to a phone quickly. Not quite composed, I run down the hallway to our guest bedroom...BAMM! I tripped over my pants and landed on my left knee. It was one of those moments where you feel dazed and confused -- and it was at that moment that I realized I would not get the phone. I yelled out to William to not pick up the phone. For once in his life the little stinker actually obeyed my request on first chance.
Still on the floor trying to decide if I was injured (not badly), I listened to the answering machine pick up. Guess who was calling me??? A TELEMARKETER! I've learned two things from this incident:
1. Never run to the phone...especially if it is a telemarketer.
2. Let William answer the phone more...it would be a special treat to hear him converse with a telemarketer.
Yet another laugh at my expense -- happy telephone fun from me to you.