I have been running a business for a year now, and I often find it tricky combining my roles of Mummy and Business lady. I try to appear professional, but boy sometimes it’s hard.
The Telephone Call is a case in point.
So, I have a Mum phone up to enquire about booking a party at 4 o’clock. I wander into the kitchen and shut the door in an attempt to take the call in peace. My older two start squabbling so I cup the mouthpiece of the phone in the hope they can’t hear. My two year old has just cottoned on to the idea that the best time to get up to mischief is when I am on the phone. She knows I’m not going to want her screaming and having a paddy in the background.
In the past week alone she has climbed on to the kitchen worktops and opened the tea, coffee and sugar containers, then rejoiced in spooning huge amounts of coffee down the sink and dipping her finger into the sugar container. We also had an unfortunate incident with a permanent marker this week. Little one decided whilst I was taking that all important phone call, that it was the perfect opportunity to decorate her face and the TV unit.
And then there is the Phone Call Dance. I don’t know how many of you are familiar with these Mummy moves. You start in one room; your little one follows. You quickly manoeuvre yourself to another room. Little one follows. So you try another room, and so it goes on. What you end up with is a rather amusing scene rather like an accidental waltz.
There have been times when I have taken myself off to the toilet, locked the door, and taken booking details whilst perched on the toilet seat. It’s the only way to guarantee some privacy. I just wonder what one earth the Mum whose putting faith in me to provide her daughter’s dream party would think if she knew where I was at the other end of the phone.
I have high hopes that as my children get older, The Telephone Call will become easier. Tell me it will. I will soon have a pretty pink office and I am very seriously considering having sound proofing and a lock on the door. It just seems that bit more professional being locked away in an office than sat on the loo.
There are many, many things I will miss when my children are all grown up. The Phone Call Dance won’t be one of them!