Dispatcher

"Klinghagen dispatch center, mom speaking."

"Did you receive my text message pics?  Which dress do you like?"

Never mind, I am in the middle of Costco trying to add food to pantry.

"The pink one is my favorite, but I forgot to transfer funds...could you?"

Simultaneously, another message comes in--my husband in LA sporting a tux for his business dinner.

Did I mention that I am in yoga pants and sweats as I stand in the aisle flipping through the formal wear photos?

"Will it do?"

Well, I think so.  I have never seen my husband in a full tux.

Another insistent message rolls in from another daughter, can she go to the movies?  The basketball game is over.

I can't answer fast enough as I checkout, so I cease communicating until I have loaded the Suburban.

I take the second persistent call, as the movie starts shortly and patience is not her best attribute.

Finally at home I transfer groceries and funds.

Then hockey is wrapping up.

Gone again.

Thank goodness it is Friday.