I’m kind of in a funk this morning. I think it’s because I have a to-do list staring at me that I really don’t want to deal with. It involves at least four phone calls. I hate phone calls.
Ok, there are very few exceptions to this rule. If you are my mother, my sister, my father, my brother, or my child, I do not hate your phone calls. (The word ‘sister’ also includes my close female friends — you know who you are.) Did you notice I didn’t list ‘husband’? I don’t even like to talk to my husband on the phone. We often tell about when we were dating and living in different locations — he would call and I would say, “so, what did you want?” I really don’t like the phone. I won’t tolerate it if there is any other way I can communicate with you.
In fact, if you are my mother, my sister, my father, my brother, or my child, you have likely grown accustomed to the fact that while I am talking to you, I am most likely doing dishes, deep-cleaning my kitchen, folding laundry, washing windows, or even ironing. I do really want to talk to you, but I have to be doing something while we chat to take my mind off the fact that we are actually on the phone. I just don’t like the phone.
But today’s calls? Yuck! They are the worst of all calls! I have to call two agencies to communicate change-of-status details. Then I have to call two separate hospitals — one here and one in St. Louis — to manage billing. Double yuck!! Finally, I have to call our health insurance company for end-of-year tax statements. Triple yuck! I can’t put these calls off! I already have! They have to happen today. And since I will already be good and grumpy about being on the phone, I have tacked on a phone call to schedule dental appointments.
In my mind, each of these phone calls is going to take sooooooo long and be filled with frustrating complications, time on hold, and little annoyances. Yes, I have my grumpy face on, my arms are crossed, and I’m stomping around my house a little bit.
In fact, I even procrastinated on blogging this morning because I’m so grumpy. I don’t have anything positive or witty to say. I’m a grump. No one wants to hear from a grump.
All this grumpiness because of a few phone calls? Silly, huh? Ok, I’m just going to quite whining and get started. How bad can it be, anyway?
“we glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance.”
***Yes, I do realize that I am not really ‘suffering’ here. Wink, wink.