I’ve mentioned before that my kids are spoiled, right?
They are. Extremely. That’s OK. They’re nice kids.
If they want something, they go on a mission until we tire, give in and buy it for them so that we don’t have to hear about it anymore.
Or, they save their money, beg to be driven to a particular store and they purchase whatever it is, themselves.
In certain cases, certain children just make a certain phone call and it’s a done deal.
We, however, drew the line at cellphones. No amount of begging, saving money or phones calls work.
Cellphones had to wait until middle school. And even then, they had to be earned by making the honor roll and having little to no missing homework assignments.
Last year, while I was at Blogher, my stepdaughter got her cellphone. She completely deserved it. Her grades were amazing.
This year, my daughter, a 6th grader, worked her tushie off. She struggled and succeeded. The honor roll was made and maintained. And I couldn’t be more proud.
We won’t talk about the boys of the house.
So, we took my daughter to the AT & T store by our house.
She picked out her LG neon green smart phone. It was cheap, by the way. A perfect phone for a kid who wants some bells and whistles and a full keypad for the almighty texting! But, without the iPhone/Blackberry/Droid cost.
It was activated.
She brought it home.
And she began texting.
All through the day and into the night. Because hey…we have unlimited texting on our family plan.
Which brings us to last night.
It was once again…Poker Night at my house. Have I mentioned before how I hate poker night? Yeah, I hate it. It’s smelly, loud, messy and SMELLY.
My friend came over with her husband.
He was going to play poker.
She and I decided to take a walk up to Kohl’s, which is about 1 1/2 miles from my house. A quick walk. Without kids. And without having to listen to the guys and their poker noises.
The texts started.
“Mommy, I’m bored.”
“Mommy, my brother is being a brat.”
“Mommy, when are you coming home?”
“Mommy, why couldn’t I come with you?”
“Mommy, I need Soffee shorts and tanks.”
“Mommy, will you buy me shorts and tanks?”
A non-stop barrage of texts. On and on and on.
At first, I was texting back…I HATE texting.
Then, I stopped.
Eventually, I stopped taking my phone out of my pocket to see what she was complaining about.
Apparently, that’s code for “drive your mother absolutely insane while she tries to get a few minutes away from her kids”.
Yeah, I’m proud of her good grades, I think they are awesome. I think she is awesome.
I’m thinking that we should have held out longer with the cellphone thing though.
I’m thinking I may have to start using a certain feature on my phone called the “off” button. It’s free AND unlimited too!