I just got off the phone with my co-room mom, Jan. I've been trying to reach her today because we needed to touch base, and she asked me to call her after school. The teacher had emailed us and asked us to find twenty small pizza boxes, because the kids are making play-dough maps of Georgia next week. Not sure what that's gonna look like.
So I called Jan's cell, and left a message. I waited. Then I called her home phone, and left a message. Waited some more. She just called me back apologizing for having missed my calls, and explained that her kids were driving her so crazy that she "took an Excedrin or two" and locked herself in her bedroom. She heard the phones ringing, she said, but she didn't want to go out there because then her kids would know where she was.
I actually like her even more after hearing that. It endeared her to me. Plus, she is going to get the pizza boxes.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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I love that her painkiller dosage was so imprecise. Make sure you count the pizza boxes.
LOL, Hootie! I actually think it's kind of endearing as well. My kids always have a way of finding me, though--would like to know her secret! :)
Bonus that she's getting the pizza boxes!
LOL, just one or two or five Excedrin. Bless her heart. And the pizza boxes. . .she said there was some pizza man named Alfredo whom she's "loved for years."
I love it. Glad I'm not the only one.
I have a friend who used to lock herself in the bathroom when her twin daughters were driving her out of her mind and just pretend it was taking her a very, very long time to do her business...
Glad you don't have to get the boxes!
LOL. And I thought I was being the clever one who often claims "gastric distress" as an excuse so I can say in the bathroom for a long time. My family thinks I have irritable bowel syndrome and that I need to go to the doctor. And I say, "Oh no, I'll be fine, I'm sure of it. It's okay... don't worry..."
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