Picture this: My dining room table. Me at the head of the table, two phones to my right. Lucas in his high chair, just to my left. Eating lunch. I’m probably checking email on one of my phones and Lucas puts his hand to his hear and says, “hello. hello.”
I wasn’t even talking on the phone when this happened. And it really did happen. He has a fake phone (it came in a set with a toy remote and a toy camera. They make noises and everything.) He likes to play with his toys and put them to his ear and say “hello.” He’s obviously picked this up from me, probably a little from my husband and maybe one other person, who shall remain nameless.
When he did that on Monday, the mom guilt kicked in. Hard.
I get home from work around 5:15 or 5:30. He goes to bed by 7:30. I only get lunchtime and two hours in the evenings with him, during the work week. And you know how I spend it? Usually with my phone(s) by my side – or at least within reach. I don’t always have a lot of talking time on them, but I am checking twitter, facebook, blogs and email. Constantly.
That stopped on Monday. After he did that, I put the phones away in my purse. My time with him is so limited. I get about 40 minutes with him at lunch, and with cooking dinner in the evening, we’re looking at less than 2.5 hours each day that we get to spend time with each other. Obviously that does not include our late night wake-up sessions.
For now, though, technology can wait. We have more fun things to do anyway.