George held the receiver to his ear for a beat, just to make sure Jeff had actually hung up. Once the extended silence satisfied George's curiosity he pressed the switch hook and quickly dialed another number.
Hello.
Hey mom, it's George.
George? Aren't you supposed to be at work?
Yes, I'm calling you from work. I had a quick question for you.
Sure, honey, go ahead.
What does I slept like a baby make you think of?
Oh, that sounds lovely.
Right? Babies are always asleep, they don't have anything to worry about, no responsibilities, they can fall asleep whenever they want.
When you were a baby, I know I've told you this before, but you were just the sweetest baby. You never cried no matter how hungry, or tired, or wet. You were so quiet that your father and I thought something might have been wrong. But I think that just sounds great, I slept like a baby, very comforting. I would love to be able to sleep like a baby, but instead I've got to deal with this wretched menopause: hot flashes, and sweats, and anxiety. My hormones...
Ok, mom.
...are just so up and down, sometimes I don't know what's left or right, and sometimes I get really, I hope you don't mind me telling you all this sweetie, but I just get so excited around your father, and other times he just makes me want to spit. And I think my chest is getting smaller. But, sleeping like a baby sounds wonderful. I don't know when the last time I've slept like a baby was, but it sure does sound nice.
Yeah, well, I mentioned at a meeting this morning that I slept like a baby last night, and the people acted like I was crazy.
I think they're the crazy ones honey, cause that sounds just splendid to me. I'd give my pearls to sleep like a baby tonight, heck, I'd give my pearls just to nap like a baby.
Thanks, mom, I'll call you later.
Ok, honey, have a good day.