OMG Btw Help

   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.  Alot.  Not just for emergencies.  I lay it out here now, knowing this will be read by millions, (at least by my 7 followers, ) and hope to find understanding, support, and yes, forgiveness.
ME:  "Did you eat last bagel?"
ME:  "Why?"
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?"
SON: "Didn't"
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"
ME:   :(

     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, as  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, I forget...but for me it takes a Blackberry, a short thumbnail and a strong signal.



  1. I cannot take this anymore!! I hope these are all compiled into a book for divorcees . . .


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