The kids can be somewhere playing happily, but the minute the phone rings, all hell breaks loose around these parts.
My mother-in-law called today. Four children were quietly eating at the kitchen table. Clementine was asleep. All was well. Then the phone rang.
Moooommmm! Mom! I need to tell you something. MOM! Why are you ignoring me!? MOOOM!
Or how about the time I called my mother. All of the kids, with the exception of the baby, were upstairs sleeping.
Groggy eyed kid enters and immediately starts arguing about why he should get to use his kindle upon waking. Clementine wakes up in her bassinet and Tillie starts crying at the top of the steps.
Or the time when my dad called and asked if it was a good time to talk. Hahahahaha! Nope, it's never a good time to talk on the phone or with any other human if you have five kids.