Just Call me Mrs. Lucky by Jan From Woodgate

FYI; Pulling into driveway; walking up steps; turning doorknob…

Texting’s gone way far overboard, in my humble opinion

We spent last weekend in Connecticut attending the wedding of the dear friend of our daughter, who served as matron of honor.

So we got to spend some quality time with our son-in-law Alex and lots of other twenty somethings.

Plenty of time to chat and share my vast array of marital wisdom—like it or not.

The conclusion I came to?

These kids spend waaaay too much time connecting with each other via texting, tweeting, twitting and whatever the hell else they do.

All day, every day, almost every flippin minute, they are “in touch.”

My obvious question?

“What, exactly, do you talk about at the supper table? Is there anything left? Any tiny widdle tidbit of info that hasn’t already been shared throughout your day? WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT THAT IT CAN’T WAIT TILL YOU GET HOME TO DISCUSS IT?????”

Lucky and I live our lives very much like our parents. We say ‘goodbye, love ya, see ya tonight’ when we leave for work in the morning.

It’s an unspoken accepted truth that we will not be chatting throughout the day, but I simply cannot believe how many partners feel the need to talk to each other a trillion times during an eight hour period.

No wonder they have nothing to say when face to face. They’ve covered everything from traffic into work, conversations with coworkers, what they had for lunch, how much their bosses suck, and then traffic out of work.

So now what?

They’re still kid free, so it’s not like they need to discuss Little Johnny’s adventures. Where do ya go from there?

Admittedly it’s not just the twenty-somethings that abuse the super highway of connection. There are plenty of folks of all ages that seem to have fallen into this “need to know right now” trap.

Let’s face it, in due time retirement will eventually be on our doorsteps.

Chances are we’ll be two inches shorter and driving around Florida taking only left turns.

We will have all day, every day, every evening, to share details with our spouses.

No surprises at the supper table, no fresh gossip to share.

I’ve seen the faces of these retired folks and they’re not always smattered with glee.

They are desperate for conversation with someone, ANYone, other than the single one person they spend the most time with.

My advice (welcome or otherwise)?

Leave each other alone! How ’bout you try, for just one day, the good old ‘wait til ya get home’ approach to marriage?

I’m thinking lots of unions could be saved, refreshed, and feel like brand new again if you can ease up on the constant contact.

And you, like I, can feel that little rush of excitement when you hear the words…

“Honey I’m hoooooome!!!”

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