I was having a bad day as it was and then I got yet another telemarketing phone call about extending the warranty on my vehicle. I was overly polite as I refused the service, but as their job description requires, the woman was a bit pushy and kept me on the line as she said, “and may I ask why you wouldn’t want to extend your warranty with the high cost of repairs?” I again just said, “I’m not interested, thank you. Please take me off your list.” Again, the woman asked why, and something in me snapped, so I replied by kind of yelling, “It’s none of your business, lady!” This woman then called me a bitch. I yelled, “Shut up!!” and slammed the phone down, and started to cry. Don’t ask me what I thought yelling “shut up” was going to do. I was so furious at this pushy woman repeatedly asking me something when I had been polite for far too long, and then she called me that? I don’t think so! She had no right to call me that!
My sons were sitting nearby and I heard them whispering, “Mom just said Shut Up in the phone!” They were a bit shocked. So I said, “That woman just called me a name. A very, very bad word, and I got mad.”
Dallin walked over looking very concerned and half-whispered, “Did she call you Stupid??”
As I was getting Aiden ready for school on the first day last week, Dallin pulled a book off the shelf. “I want to read this,” he said to me.
I looked at the book. “This is Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. You can’t read this! You can’t read!”
“Yes I can,” Dallin replied very confidently.
I was in no mood for this, so I opened it up to chapter 1 and pointed to the first word. “Fine then. Read it to me.”
And he did. “Not for the first time…”
Apparently Dallin can read.
Dallin was being a pill in church on Sunday. He was laying on the floor, under the bench and I wanted him to sit on the bench reverently as we waited for the bread to be passed to us during the Sacrament. I hissed at him, “Get on the bench. NOW.”
I had to repeat myself too many times. Finally Dallin said, “But if I sit on the bench everyone will say ‘Oh he’s so cute’ and I don’t want to be called cute! I’m not cute!!”
He got on the bench and no one called him cute. I think because the people sitting nearest us heard him and very carefully did not say anything about him being cute.