So the Globe & Mail newspaper called to ask which digital devices there are in our house, otherwise known around here as ‘the screens.’
I thought maybe it was a trick question seeing as I’m fairly sure there is no screen we don’t have.
Here’s my list, and yes, saying it aloud did horrify me:
2 desktops, 4 laptops, 3 iPods, iPad, 3 Blackberrys, iPhone, XBox, Wii, PS3, PS2, 3DS, PSP, and 4 TVs
It’s fair to say that with all this technology available to our fingers, we give the word hook-up a new meaning. And I’m sorry to say, it’s not just the kids. We are a digital family, full stop. It’s a way of life – texting, Facebooking, tweeting, tumblring, gaming, watching, losing ourselves in our screens.
Our various forms of technology scream for us at all hours of the day and night, and our urge is only satisfied by logging on. Like with any addiction, though, we don’t always realize we’re overdoing it. We shrug our shoulders. We make excuses for our behavior. We deny we have a problem when the fact is, we are all in desperate need of a screen intervention.
Here’s how I know:
* I leave my cell phone on the bedside table and twitter buzzes me awake at 3am.
* I check email, Facebook and twitter before I brush my teeth.
* I speak to my kids more by text than I do in person.
*The carpool kids are texting each other in the back seat while I drive.
* The tween has watched an entire summer of Big Brother episodes in one week.
* It’s dinner time and I didn’t know my kids were home from school.
* I pull the plug on the modem to disable wifi and it doesn’t matter. The teen has downloaded every TV show and game he wants.
* I send Facebook messages to the teen when she’s at a friend’s house and get an answer in seconds.
* The husband won’t tear his hands away from Tetris to answer the door.
* The kids take 3 hours to finish homework because they’re talking to 400 friends at the same time.
* I’m tweeting through Bachelor Pad with some woman I’ve never met while my daughter sits in the same room on her BlackBerry.