The other day, I went to call my girl, JulzHOLLA! This whole "work" thing keeps me from hourly correspondence with her as well working out and apparently blogging.
So I go to call JulzHOLLA! And I get Sven on the phone. He picks up the phone and this is what I hear:
"....Hey, hold on just one sec."
You never know what that means with Sven - could be an important call or something. So, I oblige.
LONG PAUSE. Some mumbles of confusion. And then I heard a kid (one of three) make a loud noise, but I couldn't decipher which kid, nor if it was a cry or a laugh or what.
Still pause. And then I hear total silence and then, "Oh My God, I gotta call you back."
I try to ask whats wrong and he hangs up.
I was practically in tears trying to figure out what was wrong.
Within seconds, I was trying to deduce what just happened:
1. Someone just had a heart attack or was choking.
2. Someone fell off the roof.
3. Someone figured out the lock combo to the liquor cabinet.
4. Someone broke a bone.
5. Someone is gushing blood.
6. A limb is missing from someone or one of the dogs.
I waited to call back and check to see if the ambulance made it to their house in time because of the snow and all. I was pacing and just freaking out. I mean, what just happened? Oh My God. Ricardo is begging me to not call, that everything is probably fine. "They are busy with something, whatever it is. What can you do? You don't HAVE to know what is wrong."
Yes. I. Do.
I waited a lifetime (five minutes) and then picked up the phone and called to check on everyone. No answer. Shit.
So I did what everyone should in a situation like this...much less intrusive - I texted JulzHOLLA! "Is everyone okay over there?" As soon as I hit send, I realized she might not even be there and therefore probably just freaked her out too. So be it, Lucy and Ethel need to solve this mystery. We're on it.
JulzHOLLA! called me back right away. Everyone was fine. Apparently, there's some rite of passage that my kids missed: The one where a kid (the more kids you have the higher your odds that this will happen) discovers the mystery of water and a lock on the door. And then opts to fill up a sink with glorious water. I guess what had happened was she filled it up, and then before turning off the running water in the clogged sink, found something else to do and left....the running water....and clogged sink.
So when Sven went to answer my call, the "hold on" and then the "I gotta go" was simply a discovery of water coming out of the LIGHT FIXTURE and ceiling in the kitchen.
I get it. However, a fellow mom would articulate with great responsibility of "Everyone's okay, and I gotta go" And you could possibly option with a call back of "You might want to come over to make sure I don't hurt her..." A good girlfriend knows she can make that call, and a good girlfriend knows to get her ass over there if she gets that call.
That's how I roll.
