Since I work full time, there seems to be an increasing amount of remote parenting by texting. Last night I was at the Seattle Mariner’s Stitch and Pitch, the Husbeast and the girls were at home. Half way through the game I get the following text from Shannon:
Shannon: Mom, if you dont have lunch so you have something else later in the day at like six does that count as dinner?
Me: It depends. Are you still hungry?
Me: Then eat!
Believe me, that text conversation was much easier than the one earlier in the week where there was much lobbying for another hermit crab:
Shannon: Mom I was wondering when I could get a hermit crab again.
Me: I’m pretty done with the hermit crabs for now. Sorry.
Shannon: Why? You said that we should take a break and we did and that was my prize for stopping my habit. (thumb sucking…hung in there until well past age eight)
Me: We are still taking a break. It isn’t forever.
Shannon: Mom, you said that over a year ago and you said after the remodel and we’re not having the remodel.
Me: I know. But right now I am having to spend way too much time with cleaning up the messes we already have.
Shannon: Aurgh!!! Please?
Me: I can’t discuss this right now. I need to get my work done.
The joys of parenting in an electronic age. The upside? I don’t have to remember the conversation. The downside? Heck, there really isn’t much of one. At least they are communicating.