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Sooo…I Was Just Hiding in My Closet…
Did I mention I work as a writer out of my home? Yeah, well, it’s not all that glam. Trust me. (ok, maybe sometimes, but don’t tell my hubby or it’s nix on the back rubs)
I absolutely had to call a client out in LA today. I didn’t have a choice. I try to keep my phone calls on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which are days when the Beast is torturing others at preschool with other like-minded 4 year old boys. However, I had to make sure I got this particular account. It’s a large ad agency, and honestly, I hope to wow the heck out of them and be hired again.
So, I timed it like this: Here, Spongebob is on at 3:30… In LA that would be 12:30. So perhaps this particular client was out to lunch and I could really quickly slip away and leave him a quickie voicemail. I even took the Beast for a long (hot) bike ride so he’d be ready to chill out and fall under the squeaky sponge’s spell.
Well, sure enough, (many of you moms know whats happening here), my son’s spidey senses went off. Most preschoolers come with this mechanism that emits an alarm sound in their head when mommy gets on the phone…So he comes wandering over, talking very very loudly about the dogs least appetizing habit…which includes the words bum and other interesting colloquialisms.
Of course, I hear him coming and panic just as the client picks up his phone! (Hello, don’t you people do power lunching over there on the West Coast?)
I panic, and look around…can’t close the door to the office…that’s like a big fluorescent sign that says Come over here and bang on me loudly! So, I do what any sane writer would do…I dive into the closet, while talking to my client and securing the account.
I closed the door and heard my four year old wander into the office and…whew…wander back out when he couldn’t find me.
I completed the phone call in the pitch dark, sitting on a pile of shoes.
The best part, though- I did find a super cute pair of Candies flats that I’ve been missing for a while. Happy days!
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Hi, wandered over here from Deb’s site.
Sometimes you have to be a little harsh, but it only takes once. When mine were that age, I made it very clear I could take them to the park or whatever when my work was done. It meant an old-fashioned chewing out once or twice, but it had to be done. I also let them know even if I was working after dinner, they were always free to interrupt me in the evening — that was my “daddy” time.