Let me set the scenario that led to my very rude response to a phone call:
1. Papa Bear is TDY (of course)
2. Goober (7) is whining because of a broken arm - which Papa Bear broke while practicing soccer and then went TDY!
3. Bud is sitting with his leg up - it is incredibly swollen and hurts like the dickens when it rains - which it's been doing since Papa Bear went TDY. He's still recovering from this summer's limb lengthening surgery.
4. Bubba is practicing the 4 notes he knows on his sax. ('Nuf said on THAT note!)
Note: I don't blame any of the kids for the above - or Papa Bear for being TDY!
Enter the Army recruiter!
Yeah, the Army recruiting center called because they needed to talk to Papa Bear on a 'matter of urgency'!
All I could say was - "He's Active Duty Air Force - do you still need to talk to him?" What I wanted to say was - ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Note: I don't blame the Army Recruiter either - just doing his job. But, really, can't they get a list of those of us already signed up!
Long spouse day - burnt dinner, which was frozen lasagna - thank heavens you can take off the top layer! We're all going to bed early tonight.
