I love when you call just to hear an adult voice. I might seem and act rattled, but I love it when you think of me and call in the middle of your day. I apologize if I seem taken aback or nervous that some craziness is happening with the kids or maybe a raccoon got into the garage or you found ants in the pantry.
I need to remember that you need some adult conversation where you’re not being demanded of or pulled or head-butted. It’s nice just to be heard and to speak and to have someone pierce the chaos with a bit of sanity.
Thanks for calling me and I’ll try to do better at calling you. I love to hear your voice. It’s quite a sweet one.