Today the four of us were outside on the school playground after school. I was at my usual place at the picnic table, talking shop with the other mothers while James slept in the carrier and Charlie and Wes ran and played and terrorized each other in the sand box.
I was in the middle of a deep thought about how bad I wanted an iced vanilla latte when Wes came over to sit at my feet and throw rocks at my legs.
I had just opened my mouth to reprimand Wes for the rock throwing when my phone began to ring. The caller ID indicated an unknown number from Massachusetts so as I was leading Wes through the cost-benefit analysis of continuing with the rock throwing I was answering the phone at the same time.
My mind raced through a list of potential people who might be calling me from Massachusetts as I answered and between the rock throwing, the unexpected phone call, the other people around me still talking to one another, I was totally flustered.
An unfamiliar voice asked to speak to Dr. Academomia and then I was even MORE flustered.
"This is Dr. Academomia" I replied with concern. Heads swiveled my direction and women began shuttling young children away from the area. Obviously this was very important. Also, DOCTOR? WTH?
He had just begun his introduction "This is Peter from Mathworks calling about the Matlab quote you requested..." when Wes defiantly flung a handful of rocks at my legs. Several landed in the carrier with James and I had a violent and visceral reaction to protect him that manifested himself in an angry, loud "HEY!!!!" shouted in Wes's direction, but also directly into my phone.
Oh good God.
I apologized immediately and profusely.
He laughed and said "It sounds like you have your hands full!"
"Oh, yes. My two year old is throwing rocks at me. Hahaha!"
He sympathized, "Yeah, well, my teenager throws rocks at me!"
I scooped Wes up onto my hip and discussed my Language of Technical Computing Needs with Peter, thanked him, and said goodbye. And apologized again.