That damn invention called a smart phone sits there, threatening to rattle my peace with a vibration that yet another text has come from my sister.
She has been texting me all day long some days. Texts about trivia. Texts about how hard she has it. Texts about how she is better than me. Texts where she is aggravated that I haven’t responded to her sooner. Texts where she is angry. Texts about how she does more to take care of our mom, continually neglecting the fact that she has agreed to take care of things for my mom for the short term in exchange for PAY.
Maybe I am just too old, but sometimes I’d like to flush the phone down the toilet. My husband and I don’t do the all day texting thing. My kids might do the all day texting thing…but not with their mom. I text, sure, but about boring stuff…what time to pick up the boy, or that we need milk, blah, blah, blah.
There is no time too early to text, or too late to text. When I am around my family I have just taken to turning the phone off so I don’t get jumpy when I hear the phone vibrate. When I am at work I just leave it in my purse.
Technology is nice, some of the time. Maybe I am a freak, but I just don’t get this expectation of having to communicate with someone all day long.