Wednesday, June 22, 2011

a totally different sort of post, so if you're looking for poetry, come back tomorrow.

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ok. i'm putting my cheese in the wind here, because i know these subjects are ripe for judgey-ness.

yes, that's a word.

i'm not going to stick up for ourselves pre-emptively about notvnotivonowinoonandonandon.
it's just how we live.

but we've got girls, and our girls have cell phones.
and they use them.
a lot.

they text. their friends.
a lot.

there are so many ways i could go with this post right now,
but,
sticking on topic:

i'm concerned about two things specifically:

the amount of texting that happens when they are in the room with other people.
the amount of time their electronic devices spend directly on their bodies. (ie: the pockets of their little shorts and skinny jeans, right there cuddled up next to their reproductive organs.
there. i said it.)

so.

i put a basket at the door.
and the idea is that you, (meaning them. you, if you come to visit, are welcome to keep your phone where ever you please...although, if you're into that whole "setting a good example thing"...)

tangent.

anyway.

the phones need to be in the basket or up on their desks. not on their body when they're in the house. not out when they're hanging out with others around the house. and not, of course...when they're at dinner or breakfast or talking to us or studying and on and on.

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whew.

it's a battle. i heard tim yell at callie (oops, did i say her name?!) yesterday for the first time in months.
they are NOT going gentle into that good basket.
and not quietly, either. (hence the yelling back.)

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so.
what do you think?
and don't just give me "yay!" (not that i don't need and appreciate that.)
but tell me how you deal with this-if you do...

there's a lot more to this, but let's just start here...?

thanks for listening.
xo,
tt