Heads down

On any typical night in our household, the four of us and trusty dog Alice can be found in our very cozy living room, fire crackling in the fireplace, post dinner redolence hanging in the air, all face down in our various handheld devices.  I have a trusty Blackberry, Steph has an Iphone, Hudson has an Ipod touch and Tasman wages Lego-based war on all Star Wars characters on his brother’s hand me down, the Nintendo DSI.

Yes I am bit embarrassed writing this.  And no this is not an everyday vignette of our lives.  Most nights are much more chaotic.  Homework pages shuffling, LMFAO blasting in the background, Alice the dog losing the war with another lost mitten, Tasman doing a dance where his penis happens to peak over the top of his pants (hilarity!) and Steph trying to ask me a question about which January date is available to have dinner out with friends.  The phone rings, the door knocks, the smoke detector goes off because of the burning toast (or is that a stroke) and suddenly the penis dancing becomes a wipeout or Hud, admittedly distracted from his spelling, slaps his brother on the back for sport.  Cue the wailing, the blaming, the disciplining, the stomping and the slamming of doors.

So, if I am to be judged for occasionally not saying a word when all of us fall into the silent techospell of personal devices, bring it on.  Sometimes that 15 minutes of silent satisfaction is worth it.