After a full morning/early afternoon of studying at Starbucks, I realized I would have to either buy another beverage or hit the road. The barristas at the store I frequent tend toward the grumpy side. Usually, I don't mind, but this morning I had made their list because I misunderstood a question and ended up with a cold drink instead of a warm one. And, then I wanted what I thought I ordered. It has to happen every once in a while. After all, they are serving people their first cup of coffee for the day...
They had been glaring at me since they realized I was going to take up space instead of get it and run. So, rather than blow the rest of my $10 gift card, I decided to head to the grocery--alone!--and make my way back home. I don't like Weeble-free Saturdays, but she's so entranced by technology I can't actually do homework at home.
In the grocery store parking lot, I watched a lady walk off the sidewalk into the street, texting as she went. Frankly, I was impressed. I can barely text sitting down without dropping my phone. Walking and texting is right out.
But another thought occurred to me. What was so important that it had to be texted immediately? She walked into traffic, but at least she texted the cure for cancer at the last second?!
I made a decision tonight when I thought back to this weekend. Weeble needs to see that when I am home, my attention is with her and Better Half. Maybe she's so excited by screens because Mommy has one in her pocket all the time.
So, the phone will be parked until Weeble's asleep--if I have any energy left. Otherwise, just about anything can wait until morning.
Except for Weeble. Her tea parties are high priority, and Sandra Boynton's literature is a must-read to score an invitation.
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