Today's blog is a cry for help. I have developed an addiction, and I think it is beginning to affect my children. I feel if I come forward, I may be able to help others who are also fighting this demon. I know I'm not alone. It's embarrassing, demoralizing, and I am very ashamed. But here it is: I text my children while they are at school. A lot. Not just for emergencies. I lay it out here now, knowing this will be read by millions (or at least by my seven followers) and hope to find understanding, support, and yes, forgiveness.
ME: "Did you eat last bagel?"
DAUGHTER: "Why wouldn't I?"
ME: "Your brother called it last night."
DAUGHTER: "Got up first. He's an idiot."
ME: "Don't think we won't be discussing this later."
DAUGHTER: "Can't wait."
ME: "Why did you let the cat out?"
ME: "Well I can't find him."
SON: "Sure he's around."
ME: "Well hopefully he's not lying in the road somewhere bleeding to death."
ME: "Never mind! Found him!"
ME: "Can I use your car later to take Rudy to vet?"
DAUGHTER: "Use yours."
ME: "Can't. He will stink it up, just had detailed."
ME: "Please, I will lay down sheet."
ME: "After all I do for you?"
MRS. TAFEL (math teacher): "You can pick up your daughter's cell phone in the office after school"
There is more, much more, but it is painful to see this in writing and I can only take one step at a time. Please do not judge me, faithful readers, you seven. I know I can beat this thing with the support of my friends and community. As Hillary Clinton said, "It takes a village" to do something. But, for me, it takes a Blackberry, a short thumbnail, and a strong signal.