scene: 7:15pm. driving home from the gym. inconsolable baby in the backseat, just out of reach, not being comforted by mom's attempts at singing. having an even tougher time because his tried-and-true-paci has been replaced by a "grown up" paci made for 3+ month old babies.
a mere mortal might be reduced to tears. might turn the radio up as loud as it goes and hope to get home quickly. (and in fact, some days, i am that mere mortal.)
tonight, fortunately, john's intrepid mom is no mere mortal. she thought, what better time to answer a friend's request for career advice? especially when said friend is in fact still at home on maternity leave with her not-quite-four-week-old baby?
so over john's wails, i dialed, thinking he might still settle in and fall asleep. and as soon as she answered, i explained to my friend that if she was willing to ignore the screaming lad in the background, i'd be happy to talk to her about the career path she's crafting for herself.
and talk we did. made the most of those ten minutes, i'd say. and no, john didn't fall asleep. and towards the end, the baby girl on the other end of the line was making some interesting noises too. but us moms managed our (professional) conversation.
ps. you're probably thinking of never taking my calls again. don't worry: you're probably not on my safe-to-call-when-baby's-screaming list. it's a short list. my husband's barely even on the list. so you can safely answer the phone, and if john gets to wailing, his mom will politely excuse herself and talk to you later.
a mere mortal might be reduced to tears. might turn the radio up as loud as it goes and hope to get home quickly. (and in fact, some days, i am that mere mortal.)
tonight, fortunately, john's intrepid mom is no mere mortal. she thought, what better time to answer a friend's request for career advice? especially when said friend is in fact still at home on maternity leave with her not-quite-four-week-old baby?
so over john's wails, i dialed, thinking he might still settle in and fall asleep. and as soon as she answered, i explained to my friend that if she was willing to ignore the screaming lad in the background, i'd be happy to talk to her about the career path she's crafting for herself.
and talk we did. made the most of those ten minutes, i'd say. and no, john didn't fall asleep. and towards the end, the baby girl on the other end of the line was making some interesting noises too. but us moms managed our (professional) conversation.
ps. you're probably thinking of never taking my calls again. don't worry: you're probably not on my safe-to-call-when-baby's-screaming list. it's a short list. my husband's barely even on the list. so you can safely answer the phone, and if john gets to wailing, his mom will politely excuse herself and talk to you later.
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