I just arrived back in the OC to visit my family for the long weekend.
My brother was just leaving as I arrived, saying that he’d be back in a few hours. When I got to the front door, I rang the doorbell and yelled for my mom to open the door (I could hear her in the kitchen with the water running).
When she came to the door, the first thing she shrieked at me was, “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!? I’VE BEEN CALLING YOU FOR 4 HOURS!”
I had no idea what she was talking about. I didn’t have ANY missed calls, and in fact had tried to call home several times since I woke up around 10am. No one had been answering the phone at home OR their personal cells phones.
The first time I got through to anyone was when I was already on the freeway & my dad answered his cell phone and the first thing I asked was, “Where are you? Why isn’t anyone answering the phone at home?” My dad said that they were at home and didn’t know that anyone had been calling. I told him I was already on the way home and that I’d be there in about half an hour AND to let my mom know I was coming. Of course, he didn’t tell Mom.
So then, no one except my dad knew that I was really on my way home & my mom was convinced something terrible and horrible had happened to me last night… which was why I didn’t answer the phone in the morning and why she hadn’t heard from me until I walked through the door.
Therefore, starting a screaming match with me after seeing that I’m fine was the way to greet me. Incidentally, Dad knew that I had arrived home because he could hear my Mom and I screaming at each other at the top of our lungs.
Now that we’re both calm again (after we both apologized for screaming at each other), I’m sitting in my brother’s bedroom giving Mom a cell phone lesson (to show her how to view her “Missed Calls” and to prove that I did indeed call earlier in the morning).
…CONTINUED A FEW HOURS LATER…
OK, we just got a pleasant visit from few expected visitors and a few unexpected visitors.
Here’s a picture of one of them making himself at home. Say hi to Pokey.
hee…gotta love families. The same thing happens in mine all the time. I totally sympathetize.
I can understand the worrying and the upsettedness, but SCREAMING???