This is the first (and possibly last) edition of Totally Tactless Tuesday.
1. When you call my house at 10:52 p.m. to ask about my entertainment center that I listed in the paper, expect a moment of silence because I am in shock at your apparent disregard for phone manners. That goes the same for calling at 6 a.m. the moment the paper hits your doorstep on Friday morning. There's a good chance I won't sell it to you just out of principle.
My mom taught me to call people only between 9 a.m. and 9 p.m. because it's just good manners. If you missed the memo, you can go ahead and adopt these manners at this point in life. I will forgive you this once. If you call after that, you better be dead.
2. When I call your home and you hear the phone ring and yet you don't ever hear the answering machine click on, and you wonder hours later why no one has called you all day since the mysterious call, go and find your phone. Your three your old answered it and she looked for you and then she gave up when Barney came on t.v. I sat there for 10 minutes listening to Barney and Friends sing about a rain puddle and then I gave up and hung up.
If your children are going to answer the phone, it would be a good idea to teach them some basic phone etiquette.
Normal Person, "Hi, this is Nikki. May I please speak with Sally?"
Chipmunk thinking hard and then remembering Sally is actually Mommy, "Yes, I will get her."
And then Chipmunk promptly returns Mommy to the phone. PROMPTLY. Or...
Chipmunk, "She can't come to the phone right now. Could you call back in five minutes?"
Chipmunk is not yet trained in the taking a message skill yet. This is a satisfactory way to handle it.
Disclaimer: I am under the influence of antibiotics and migraine meds. If this post is unpleasant and I realize it later, it may be deleted.