Who knew highly anticipated camp phone calls could be such a blow to a relationship? Oh well, when my baby is 1,500 miles away from home and I get a few minutes to talk to him, it's every man, ahem mom, for herself!
Please send all hate mail to my husband at Mark@yourwifesayahoo.com
Jake: "Hi mommy, I love you soooo much."
Me: "Hey baby, I love you too! Are you happy?"
Me: "How's camp?"
My voracious appetite for answers can not withstand anymore of this. With so little time to talk, I need to, as the sexy Channing Tatum would say, "step it up." (I'm sorry, I just saw Magic Mike and he seems to be creeping into all my conversations.)
Me: "Your hike looked insane yesterday. Was it fun? How cold was the water? Were the rocks slippery? Are you wearing your sunblock? Your eczema cream? Do you love the rock wall? How long is the zip-line? Who's the boy with braces? Is he your best friend? Is anyone mean? Are the counselors nice? What are you eating? Was your camp cooler than the one you played baseball against on Tuesday?"
Sure, I spouted off a lot of questions... there's a lot to ask, and only a few minutes to talk. As soon as he answered one, I moved on to the next.
A couple of times Mark started to butt in with an "ummm... hey Jake, do you umm..." to which I would wait about a second for him to get his thoughts together before bowling over him with my next line of questioning.
I looked over to see Mark glaring back at me crossly, cross-eyed... cross? I don't know the correct verbiage, so let's go with, "pissed-off and frustrated, as if he was about to throw the phone at my head." To which I whispered, in that angry whisper-yell (you know, the one you squeeze out between clenched teeth in restaurants and other public places), "WHAT? Have your questions ready."
Then I kindly paused to give him a chance to speak... against my better judgment.
Mark: "Jake, have you gotten all my letters?"
Mark: "Which ones?"
Jake: "Ummmm, Well the one about my new team when I get home, and ummm, I don't know, I don't remember them all."
See, and this is why my judgement is "better"! Is he freakin' kidding? I brush my teeth longer than the time I have allotted to talk, and Mark wants to confirm his letters were received? Now is not the time to test the accuracy of the postal system or the email printing process set up at the camp!!!
NOT an acceptable caliber of conversation! And I'm the conversation rater, I'll have you know.
Mark: "Did you get the one where I bowled a 300?"
Jake: Oh, yeah. That was awesome. Did that really happen?
Okay readers, I have to interject here because I know you're thinking, this is high enough caliber, right? I mean, how often does someone who is not a pro actually bowl a perfect score?
What I should share is that...
He was not so much talking about this:
as he was talking about this:
Again, Mark gave me the look, but this time he put the phone by his side in utter annoyance.
"You are so selfish, you don't want to hear him talk 'cuz I'm asking all the questions?" I whisper-yelled.
Me: "Do you have a girlfriend? Do you like water-skiing?"
Mark: "How many ski boats are there?" (Mark managed to smush himself back in.)
Did he just ask that question? I told him the other day that there are 2. TWO freakin' speedboats.
Great, now he's wasting time with shit he already knows. Tic, Toc, baby.
Mark then went on to rattle off the line up for his travel baseball team this season and tell him about the bat he just ordered...
Mark: "Guess which bat I got you?"
Jake: "The Louisville Vertex?"
Jake: "The new Worth?"
Jake: "Nike Aero?"
Mark: "Nope, I'll give you a hint, it's made by Easton."
Is this happening? Will this lead to couples therapy? Does anyone feel my pain, here?
Look, we moms want OUR time to be all ours. Even if the hub is right (and he was). All my babe wanted to do was hear us and all I wanted to do was get answers to every thought and query I'd stored in my head from the minute he set foot on the plane.
Luckily for Mark, the calls are infrequent enough that our marriage will withstand these bumps in the road. Next year, I'm just gonna tell him they did away with calls altogether -- due to the rise in the divorce rate.
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