day 173: can you hear me now?

I didn't want to chance the almost bad luck I had yesterday.

The cell phone was glued to my side the whole morning.

And when it rang, I searched for that sweet spot, where the reception was the best I could find. The middle of the road worked the best, discovered after we were cut off several times.

When it came time for the girls' turn, I insisted they stay in that one spot to talk.

I'm sure people watching me thought I was a nut.

I may be. But I also hate to miss out on a chance for my girls and I to talk to the one person we miss the most.

And if that means talking on the phone in the middle of the road (or the pool), I'll do it.