Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Oh come on now, really


We have a digital answering machine. A run of the mill, $20, leave-a-message answering machine. We have had it for about five years, and it has treated us great - mostly. It has this really bad habit of going wonky only when we are waiting for really important phone calls. Instead of its 20 minute recording capacity, it blinks "full" after one or two short messages. Then anyone else calling hears that our machine is full. This happened two years ago when Husband had applied and interviewed for his current job. A lot was riding on the outcome - - full-time employment in his field (a rare thing), a big move, an offer on a house conditional on his getting it. We were waiting anxiously for the call and our answering machine said "Ha ha!" Now, we are in the process of trying to sell our house. We had some people come look at it yesterday (woo hoo! finally...). We were out of town until tonight, and when we got home, sure enough our machine was blinking "full". I pressed play and there is the beginning of a message from our realtor, "The showing went well yesterday..." but he gets cut off! Come on! What does our answering machine have against us?! What did we do to deserve this?! Once again, I must say, technology is more trouble than it's worth.

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I am tired. Very tired. We were out of town and this did not go over well with Baby. He slept poorly. He was sick this morning. He cried and cried. Thus, I slept poorly, and now I am beat. There is nothing like having a child to make you question every decision you make (maybe we shouldn't have gone out last night!, should we give him a bath or put him straight to bed?, . . . ) But as I nurse him to sleep every night, it doesn't matter how crappy the day has been - how much he fussed, or how impatient I was. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I love him more than anything. He breaks my heart and melts my heart every day. I'm so glad to be his mama.

2 comments:

Beck said...

Motherhood can be SO hard, especially when the munchkins are sick... but sometimes no matter what you do, they'll still feel rotten, so don't beat yourself up.
We pay a couple of bucks a month and have unlimited messages on our phone. It's great, although I'm the only one who knows how to check them, apparently.

bren j. said...

Oh answering machines! I think they stick a wee technological time-bomb in every fifth one at the plant. Our last phone's machine died a horrible death, only to resurrect itself AFTER we had replaced it (twice) and moved three thousand miles.
Beck being the only one capable of checking messages at her house seems rather typical for the woman of the house, doesn't it? Hmmm....