Anyhow, I love my sister-- as I do my two other sisters. I talk to Leslie on the phone once or twice a week. I probably talk just as much on the phone to my youngest sister Rachel, but not to Erin.
Erin is busy. Think of my busiest day ever that I've posted on my blog, add a little caffeine to it, and half a dozen checklists more, and that's Erin's day. every day. But she is like the aerobics/photographer/scrapbooking/crafty/more-awesome- than-Martha Stewart- type of person. every day. really. So I don't get to talk to her much.
This post is about Leslie. Today isn't her birthday or anything. I was just thinking about calling her. But I have already had it up to my eyeballs with little people naughtiness today.
And for some reason, whenever I talk to Leslie, my kids go into uber-naughty mode.
When I talk to anyone else on the phone, my kids interrupt me like half a dozen times. per kid.
Some of the time I walk away from the kids while they're interrupting me and I'm gesturing wildly at them that I'm on the phone! and giving them the threatening eyes. That doesn't work. They gesture back to me as if to portray to me with charades what it is they're asking me. All this of course happens whether or not Danny is home.
But not when I talk to Leslie. When I talk to Leslie on the phone, they're programmed to do all the naughty things they ever wanted to do. So she hears at least once per phone conversation,
"Do you think because I'm on the phone you're not going to get in trouble for that?"
My solution? I try to act like I'm talking to someone else. anyone else. But they're smart little people. And they're on to me.