Unless you are on fire or are bleeding, please don’t try to talk to me while I’m on the phone. It isn’t just that you’re interrupting, and that it’s impolite… it’s also because my frazzled brain can’t process more than one conversation at a time any more. (And just because you lead with “Excuse me mom…” doesn’t give you carte blanche to keep talking!)
I’ve made this fairly clear to my kids. I’ve also told them that coming in and hovering… obviously needing to say something, but waiting for me to finish my call is equally unnerving. Please don’t do that either.
Grant got inventive and slid a note to me during my phone call.
I’m not sure what the option on the far left is. A drawing of the refrigerator? Perhaps it’s a carton of milk? A glass?
Grant? Making Mommy burst into great big brays of laughter interrupts her phone call too.