She's just stepped into the tub, when the phone rings, waking the baby.  She sinks down in the suds, trying not to hear.  But that baby doesn't cry, it screams.  Angrily, she wraps a towel around herself, stamps peevishly into the baby's room, just letting the phone jangle.  She tosses the baby down on its back, unpins its nappies hastily, and gets yellowish baby stool all over her hands.  Her towel drops away.  She turns to find Jimmy staring at her like a little idiot.  She slaps him in the face with her dirty hand, while the baby screams, the phone rings, and nagging voices argue on the TV.  There are better things she might be doing.