Ah...gotta love phone options these days:
Back then it was:
Rotary Dial or Touch tone Phone.
No Answer or Busy Signal.
Answer. Chat. Hang Up.
That was pretty much it.
Now it is Cell/Landline/Computer.
The love/hate Caller ID
To Answer or Ignore?
(they can't tell...or can they?)
Chat.
Flash.
Mute.
Text.
Face Time. IM. BBM. Skype
And it does go on and on, yes?
A recent morning:
(not always my dear mother whom I love calling but was in this story and yes, I told her I was going to post this...)
As my phone rang the other morning promptly at 8 AM, I glanced down to see who it was and immediately clicked:
"Ignore."
I will chat with my mother later, I thought as I was frantically getting all 3 kids dressed and failing, ready for school as I wanted my oldest to be there seconds before the 2nd bell rang.
Why 2nd bell?
1st bell...pas possible.
8:45 AM, she calls again.
"Ignore, "
As I hit for the second time which I've just dropped off my oldest child at school (seconds before 2nd bell) and head back home to get my middle child dressed as he refused to earlier since he really wanted to be in costume and all...
See why 2nd bell is much more attainable for us...
And not to mention my pajama wearing, pneumonia stricken, snot faced 2 year old girl, whom was howling in the backseat.
As I'm silently congratulating myself for continuing my progress of breaking free of co-dependency upon others such as my parents, I then get this text from my mom;
"Call me back ASAP please."
All before 9 A.M.
Panic begins and my mind races, "Who died? Hospitalized? Gossip?"
What, what, what?
I must know!
I immediately call my mother back
at 8:46 A.M.
"Hey mom! what is up?" trying to sound nonchalant.
"Dahlin'...
I've just bought Elle the most precious three dresses. You must go online and browse through them and let me know what you think."
Yet:
It sometimes seems to be at these times we are not most thankful for those who are always thinking of us....though we should be and yet, at the end of the day, we are always thinking of that one person...
Who do you think briefly of in the morning but yet mainly who is really the one you think of at the end of the day?
