eddiction

Set your timer:  Compose an email to a friend explaining what you did last night.  Paint a picture of that evening for her.

Just off the record, there are days my "e"ddiction takes over my life.  The whole purpose of an iPhone is to make your life easier, right?  Well, somedays it just makes one distraction lead into another.  An email into a text, into a fb message, into a tweet, into... well, you get my drift.  There are days I literally start twitching when my phone chimes.  However, on the flipside, when I forget my phone I tend to feel a little lost without it.  It is absolutely a lose-lose situation.  And I'm going to call it "i"ddiction from here on out.


To:  All my peeps
Subject:  About last night

We could also call this the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Let me start with the good:  It was a Tuesday night with nothing to do.  No games, no practices, and NO MEETINGS!!  I picked Evan up at 5:30 and headed home for the night, which is something we haven't done in  what feels like forever.  First I do my nails because the past two day have destroyed them.  I miss my longer nails already and my hands look stubby again.  Yuck.  Next I open a bottle of wine and start to make dinner, bubble pizza!

It's a new recipe, but super easy so Blake wanders in to help cut the biscuits.  Pandora is playing, we are cooking, and wine is always good.  I pop it in the oven to bake for 30 min and pick up the book I've been trying to finish this week, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted, by Bridget Asher.

Okay, so wine, cooking, and reading?   And it's only 6:45?  Shut the front door!

So the bubble pizza is a huge hit, my only wish is that we had a salad to go with it.  I will remember next time.  But as far as recipes go, it is easy, everyone loved it, and all was well with the world.

I read till about 10:30 when I finished the book, yes, with tears streaming down my face.  Great book, great ending... LOVED.  (this is officially the end of the good portion of my evening.)

The Bad:  So, I'm a little wound up from the book and can't go up to bed yet.  I hop on the computer to see what is next for Evan at school.  I love the school website and how well the teachers keep everything updated.  Except now, on the calendar, there is something that is red.  Red is not good when all I've seen is black so far.  It's indicating that the religion homework he was doing last night is now MISSING.  Now I'm seeing red.  My stomach turns and instantly all of the last two years comes flooding back into my senses.

The UGLY:  I stomp upstairs, loud enough for him to hear me coming, open his door without knocking, and question him.  I got the same exact responses from last year, to which I stopped listening and walked out.  I stomp around a little more, not sure what to do, when it hits me.  Zero tolerance, that's what we said two weeks ago.  "You can have a social life as long as you keep your grades up," is what we told him.  I marched back in, took his phone and iPod, knowing this is where it hits him the hardest.  He is not happy, but doesn't argue or fight.  He hands them over and looks pathetic in the process.

I simply hate this part of parenting.

So there you have it.  The good, the bad, and the ugly that we call Tuesday.  I am hoping for a better Wednesday.