tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post3209826594441200708..comments2023-10-11T04:09:53.564-07:00Comments on materfamilias writes: Disturbing the kids?materfamiliashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-40931629214882568762007-08-21T09:12:00.000-07:002007-08-21T09:12:00.000-07:00too funny, Karen! You're talking about younger kid...too funny, Karen! You're talking about younger kids than I am, but apparently you can still disturn them -- your days are numbered, I have to tell you. One of these days they'll pay extra for call display or learn to make you leave voicemail. Have you considered texting as less disruptive? I'm not very fast at it, but really find it handy!<BR/>As a prof, I ask my students to shut their phones off in class and at some schools I guess they confiscate them -- wait 'til Leona weighs in here, she's probably got a few stories!materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-39332919783186884822007-08-21T08:53:00.000-07:002007-08-21T08:53:00.000-07:00I love cell phones, I can phone the boys when ever...I love cell phones, I can phone the boys when ever I want. Sometimes I get in trouble because I call during class time. Mom, they say, please wait until after class to call. When are the breaks? Just tell the teacher its your mother! Miles always picks up and if not he calls back within 2 minutes.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-1133763904111822492007-08-17T21:32:00.000-07:002007-08-17T21:32:00.000-07:00I know! I used to love phone chats when I was youn...I know! I used to love phone chats when I was younger, but the last five or ten years, I've got so much more protective of my time. I remember that when Answering machines first came out, they just seemed like one more thing to learn how to program, but oh, how I love my voicemailbox! The luxury of being able to ignore the phone, knowing you can call back anyone important. Amusingly, my kids know this about me, and if I get a persistent ring, pause, ring, pause, ring, etc. pattern, I'll know it's one of them refusing to give up. (Would they let me get away with the same? suspect not without complaint!)materfamiliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16062766947897513369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-45775156531857454762007-08-17T18:32:00.000-07:002007-08-17T18:32:00.000-07:00I tend to let the machine pick up on weeknights af...I tend to let the machine pick up on weeknights after I get home and before I get my son to bed. I feel I have so little time to myself as it is, and nine times out of ten those calls really are telemarketers. I'm not much of a phone talker either these days. It just feels like it requires too much energy and concentration on someone else's schedule. When I write I can focus in little dribs and drabs and on my own terms. I guess I've become very selfish with my time these days.Susan Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16005855250089328310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4904021173466473381.post-25179439274486999252007-08-17T04:22:00.000-07:002007-08-17T04:22:00.000-07:00"Kids all have cell phones. You can't disturb them..."Kids all have cell phones. You can't disturb them anymore." I think that is interesting. Even though I know that when I call my step-daughter she can see who I am before she picks up, I still somehow feel like I am talking too much or bothering her. I hate to talk on the phone. Maybe my medium should be letter writing as well...Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05735697894718686440noreply@blogger.com