At 1am, my husband's cell phone rings/vibrates. Of course, I hear it and he doesn't despite being on his night stand. I confusingly nudge him to answer, in his groggy/sleepy state, he tells me it's our 13 year old and that she's not feeling well. Which just adds to my confusion since she's sleeping in her room, down the hall from us.... yes, in our house, less than 20 feet away! Turns out, she woke up with a stomach ache and was TEXTING my husband to do something about it for over one hour. Instead of getting up and asking for help... WTF? Call me crazy, but this is where my old-school style of parenting comes in. Are you friggin' kidding me?!? You're in that much pain you decide to message me, in capital letters no less, instead of rolling your butt out of bed to get help.
My husband gave her Advil and was back in bed in 2minutes. Not another sound from her, and she was bright eyed and bushy tailed in the morning. Oh the drama of a teenage beauty queen...
I admit after this situation, I agree with my parents and their usual "kids and technology these days..."
Here's what it looked like:
12:01AM
PLEASE HELP ME!
12:07AM
MY STOMACH HURTS
12:15AM
DAD!!!PLEASE HELP ME!
IT HURTS SO MUCH... I CAN'T SLEEP....
12:38AM
PLEASE HELP ME....
12:49AM
I'VE BEEN TEXTING YOU FOR 1 HOUR!!
12:56AM
DAD! HELP ME!!
