When I put the password block on the third phone at midnight on June 27, #2 looked very gloomy, like she had lost her best friend. I guess, in a strange way, she had. You see, she had relied almost exclusively upon text to talk to her friends, and now that I had taken that away, I had, indirectly, taken her friends away. And it hurt.
On Sunday, I took the text block off for one day so that she could respond to some repeated texts that she was getting, and she would not be around me to have me enter the password. You know what? She hardly texted! In fact, the person she texted the most was her mother, with whom she had a running argument by text while they were in the car together. The password is now back on, and she is actually using the phone as, well, a phone! It is so refreshing to actually have a real conversation with her. Texts have their purpose, but it is maddening to try and have a deep conversation by text. And, very very dangerous when you are driving.
The Text War
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009While #2 did exercise some texting self-restraint towards her friends, she did not with her mother. Mother and daughter texted each other from the front seat to the back seat of the car and vice versa the entire drive home. Then each, not wanted to be bested by the other, continued the argument well into the night. As midnight became one became two, the texts between the two became nastier and nastier. I wouldn’t have cared except that since the password was on, every time #2 got a text from her mother, she would come and get me to enter the password. While I was enjoying seeing the catfight, I was not enjoying the fact that it was happening at 2 in the morning, given the fact that I get up around 6. That means little sleep, and that means I am not happy. A message from mother to daughter was my chance to intervene.
Of course, when I did, I was accused by The Mistress of poisoning #2′s mind and telling her what to write. After all, why would I still be up? It was obviously a father-daughter conspiracy to humiliate her. The last message I sent from my phone, well after two, mentioned the text block. The phones went silent, and I was finally able to lay my little head on my pillow and count sheep.
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