The universe is protecting me by having me “forget” my phone when I went out to run errands or was in my bedroom. In the past 12 hours he has called half a dozen times. Only just now have I had to hear it come through.
If he had something important to say he could leave a voicemail.
Then again, thank goodness I don’t have to put up with voicemails too! He also does not speak face-to-face to me so easily (knock on wood) so when I drop off the kids he just has a sulky look.