I was exercising.
I was in the bathroom.
I forgot to charge my phone.
We had guests over.
You just missed me.
The reasons I won’t tell you:
I was in the middle of a crossword puzzle.
I didn’t feel like talking.
I couldn’t find the phone.
My coffee had just reached the perfect temperature, and a moment’s delay would have ruined the whole thing.
Children were screaming at each other.
I wasn’t yet to the point that I was seeking an excuse to keep me from exercising.
I had peanut butter/honey/soapy water/bread dough/raw eggs/bodily excretions on my hands.
My four-year-old just had a mishap with glue, scissors, markers, paint, milk and/or library books.
We were doing homeschool and if I’d walked away, when I got back I would have had to search for my daughter until I found her hiding beneath the stairs or under a comforter, reading a book by the light of her headlamp.
I was stuck getting into or out of my sports bra.
I was writing a list of reasons I wasn’t answering the phone.