Not Fingerly Possible

The cell phone bill came. Always a time when the teenagers scurry like cockroaches. And YIKES, this one was a doozy.

My daughter somehow managed to have over 20,000 text messages! How is that even humanly possible? It took me about 10 minutes just to page through the bill.

If my math is correct, that's 680 messages a day - or over 1 message per minute for 10 hours straight! (Thank you ATT for unlimited text messaging plans! Otherwise a giant rock might have accidentally fallen on her phone.)

"I think you should leave your phone home during school," I suggest.

"Why?" my daughter exclaims, with a look of horror. "I don't text during class. Only lunch."

"That's impossible. I don't believe you could havee made all those calls without doing some during class."

With a look of sheer indignation, she huffed, "I didn't. Don't you believe me? It's because I was sick."

My eyebrows go up. Granted she was sick, but she was sleeping 14 hours a day. And now I'm afraid to look at the last few months to see if I was missing an escalating pattern.

"It's fine, Mom."

(Did you know that in the teenage vernacular, "It's fine" means bug off, leave me alone, stop bothering me?)

I might have screamed if I wasn't laughing so hard.

Teaching an old goat new tricks

As incongruous as it may sound, the whole concept of blogging was somewhat of a fuzzy concept I've always associated with people who had nothing better to do - that is until last night at my son's hockey game.

Ok, so he wasn't playing due to a shoulder injury - so rather than having my face pressed against the boards and yelling myself hoarse, I actually had a decent adult conversation with a friend who's obviously far more blogger-savvy than I am.

Because I don't get out much (an occupational hazard with 3 kids and a home-based business that allows me to work in my PJs until noon most days), by the time I do, I'm nearly bursting. Out spill stories of the trials and tribulations of being a working mom - and I guess, they're somewhat entertaining because my girlfriend suggested I try posting (I'm also convinced I'm probably going to be cursing her in a few weeks, as I can already see how addicting this could potentially be). Already I have a dozen swirling around in my head, but I'm not sure if I can sustain this typing until the caffeine kicks in - my fingers feel fat.

More soon.