I'm sitting at my desk. I was either working or telling my co-workers a story about this one time when this guy dumped me because he didn't like the way I "kept house" (and excuse the frick out of me dude but you try living with two sixteen month old babies in one big room and see how well YOU keep house) and then he kept emailing me ALL THE TIME about STUPID CRAP and then he decided he was getting married because he'd gotten this other chick knocked up and sent me an invitation to his apparently trashy/fancy wedding and I wrote something REALLY nasty on the response card and sent it back. I can't remember which I was doing at the exact moment that my cell phone made a little buzzy noise that I recognized as meaning I had a text message.
I don't get a lot of text messages y'all. I'm not cool.
In all honesty? I'd rather type than talk. Any day. But I'm cheap as hell so I don't pay extra to have text messaging on my phone. I have two kids to put through college. Don't judge.
I can GET text messages and I think I can even send them, but it costs me cash money to send them so I don't initiate. I don't generally respond to the ones I get either.
Usually? The ones I get aren't even for me. They're something like:
Pray for Beulah! She's done lost her job!
I don't know who Beulah is. I'll send one up for her because it can't hurt. But I don't know her.
So I opened my phone and here is the text message I received:
Is this the Boy Child HisLastNames moms#? This is his friend GirlfriendChild.
OH. NO. SHE. DID. NOT.
I wavered for a moment. Do I respond? Don't I?
I didn't. I read the message aloud to my co-workers and decided I would just wait and discuss it with the Boy Child.
I picked them up that evening and the following conversation ensued:
Me: Boy Child. I got a very interesting text message earlier today.
BC: Really? From who?
Me: Let me just read it to you.
*reads text message*
BC: Is that from MY friend GirlfriendChild?
BC: Huh. What did she say when you called her back?
Me: BOY CHILD. I did not call her back.
BC, completely unconcerned: Huh.
Me: Boy Child. How did GirlfriendChild get my phone number?
BC: I have no idea. Girl Child, did you give it to her?
GC, annoyed: BOY CHILD! NO. GirlfriendChild and I are NOT FRIENDS. I would NOT GIVE my mother's phone number to anyone! Why would I do that? I am not-
Me: Okay Girl Child. Boy Child?
BC: Mom, I have no idea what your phone number is.
After further probing we discovered that GirlfriendChild is a friend of GirlScoutChild, and she probably passed the number along.
I told Boy Child that he would need to call GirlfriendChild and tell her that it was not appropriate to send text messages to his mom's phone, ESPECIALLY during working hours.
Then, I came home, was distracted by something shiny on the internet, and promptly forgot to have him call. Mom=Fail.
Anyway. I've been stewing on this for a while now and I can't decide what to do.
These kids are YOUNG. They JUST finished fifth grade.
Doesn't that seem a bit...forward?
I can't IMAGINE calling someone's mom's phone at that age. I can't imagine Girl Child doing anything like that either.
I don't know. I'm becoming THAT mom and I hate it. I HATE it.
But I still think she needs to back off a bit. Sheesh.