|Missing from photo: three iPods and the iPhone taking the pic.|
Friday, 28 December 2012
The older two girls are now the proud owners of cellphones.
The shrieking on Christmas morning was deafening. The silence since then has been glorious.
I have been pretty vocal about my boundaries and rules with electronics and social media. So why now Jess you ask? What made you do it? Were you drinking wine before you went Christmas shopping?
NO…it was time. Truth be told, there have been many times with the girls growing independence that I secretly wished to be able to send them a quick text.
I would NEVER have told them I wanted them to have a phone. Shhhhh. This would make my life a hell of “iTold you so’s”.
This way I come off looking like the worlds Coolest Mother Ever. My award and crown should be in the mail any day now.
Of course there are rules.
• I can do random phone checks at ANY given time. This may be every five minutes or every five hours…ya just never know. Come on now…who doesn’t love a good surprise?
• Nothing inappropriate. No texts, pics, songs etc. FYI ladies, that would be my definition of inappropriate, not yours.
• The phone is mine a bedtime.
• Deleting makes me suspicious and suspicious mommy makes for disappearing phones.
Olivia’s phone was confiscated for December 26th. Way to go love. She has always been more of a ‘hands on’ type of learner. Did ya enjoy the 12 hours of outside contact? Mommy means business. Now, lets try this again.
It turns out the phone is Peyton’s biggest motivator EVER.
Clean room. Out of bed on the first call. Laundry away.
I say jump, she asks how high. All with a smile.
This parenting thing just gets easier and easier.
I’m just worried they will need a neck brace and thumb cast in about 2 days.
Don’t worry, ‘Meanest Mom Ever’ hovers just below the surface of ‘Coolest Mom Ever’ and there is still no Facebook.
I was informed that Facebook is über uncool now anyway. Instagram is where it’s at. Duh!
They continue to point out to me that they have WAY more followers than I do in just three short days. But at least they added me and liked my photos. It makes me feel hip. Yes, I just used the word hip. Shit, that probably strips me of my ‘hip’ness.
Ah, hell. Now as I write this, it just dawned on me that 12 year olds seeking social media might have outwitted me. Hmm, you can post and like pics, add people and comment.
It appears that Instagram rhymes with Facebook.
Last night as I was enjoying a glass of milk (LMAO) by the fire, I called down to the sweet basement trolls via FaceTime and did a room inspection from the comfort of my couch. SWEET!
Show me your bedroom. Clean. Good, you may keep your phone.
Show me your bathroom? Clean. Good, you may keep your phone.
Um…don’t roll your eyes at me...hello, I can see you!!
Usually rides in the car with all three of them make me want to stick a hot poker in my eye. Last night the silence was eerie. I could hear angels singing halleluiah. And those angels didn’t sound anything like One Direction.
I did point out to Peyton that she had barely spoken to me in two days.
She sent me a text saying “It’s ok mom, do you want to FaceTime later?” She even added a smiley face with a heart. Awwwe, how precious.
I am grateful for the silence and a fight-free ride to basketball.
I miss the conversations.
There is a new rule at our house. At dinner, everyone’s phones and devices will be placed in a bowl on the counter. First one to check their device cleans the entire kitchen. Boooya!
Family meal times will still be my real FaceTime.
They can’t escape me that easily.