How much worse does it get?

Why are there things that just fuck you off beyond measure? The kids had their tea tonight and Florence asked where her mum was. I said it was fine and when they had finished they could talk to mum. I put my telephone on speakerphone, dialled the number and slipped out of the room. I was listening in the hall to make sure it was all right when they got her voice box. What on earth do I say? How can you turn your phone off and turn off your kids? She said it would be on. Every time I have a charitable thought it is hurled back into my face.