Over an hour ago, I sat down with my laptop, planning to write out a post.
Because of reasons [two of them, but they’re cute so they get a pass], I have forgotten what I wanted to blog about.
It might have been about how it’s unfair that the boys in my house were all sick for a day, and I’m just now getting over the overwhelming ick I woke up with last Tuesday.
It was probably about how we had an iPad in the house for a week, but I took it back because the children fought over it endlessly. When Butter threw himself to the sofa in anguish because he was told he couldn’t play with the iPad, Mama had had enough. It went back to the store the next day, and you better believe I told the people at the Apple Store exactly why I brought it back. They looked at me like I had four heads [after agreeing it was a lesson that at least the four year old would remember], but you know what? I don’t care. Let me be the Mean Mommy who takes expensive toys away because the kids don’t know how to appreciate what they have.
We’re going to ignore the whole it-was-mine-and-I-didn’t-really-like-it thing. Okay? Okay.
There is nothing like traveling nearly 2800 miles to visit someone who spends the entire time you’re there with their nose in their phone. I will be damned if my kids are going to be like that. M & I have this discussion regularly. We discuss how often the kids get to play with our phones. While they each have a folder full of apps we’ve approved, that doesn’t mean they always stick with them. We both make efforts to have our phones put away or turned off when we’re out to dinner or even just eating dinner at home. I’m worse about it than M is, and I freely admit that.
I just don’t want to raise a couple of kids who don’t know how to carry on a conversation with their friends or family, except through text messages. I have three very good friends with whom I communicate via text nearly every day, because none of us are really “phone” people. But we still know how to have conversations with each other when we’re together in person, without bringing our phones into the mix. Most of the conversations I have with my husband when we’re in two separate locations take place via text. I have been known to text him from upstairs in our house because I don’t want to shout/wake a sleeping child/I’m lazy. But we are still able to have conversations with each other, without technology being involved. That’s all I want for my kids. If that makes me a mean/crazy parent, who cares? They’ll be fine.