Charlotte got her own phone as one of her Christmas presents. They are installing her line in a couple of days. It will have three-way calling. It will have call-waiting. It may just save my sanity.
It just hit me how relieved I’m gonna be when they get the new line put in. I’m not much of a phone person, really, but the situation now is pretty much this:
You want to make a call? Fine. The phone is in use. The phone is always in use. So, you’ll have to walk upstairs and tell Charlotte to please get off the phone for a minute so that you can make a quick call. Then, you’ll need to stupidly walk back downstairs, thinking she might have actually listened to you. A moment or two later, you will still be standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her to say, “Gotta go.” The words will never come. By the time you finally realize those words are not coming, you’ll know WAY more than you ever wanted to know about who has a crush on whom in Charlotte’s 5th grade class. Then it will be time to project your meanest parental voice back up the stairs and SHOUT, “Charlotte, I told you I need to use the phone. Tell her you’ll call her back, and HANG UP NOW.” After another 30 seconds or so of hee-hawing, Charlotte will hang up.
Congratulations, you have completed the requirements for using the phone! Enjoy!