I hate FaceTime. There. I said it. I hate talking on the phone ... why on Earth would I enjoy FaceTime? Jared is constantly trying to FaceTime with me. I hate it. When he does this, I immediately pass the phone off to a kid. Any kid. Doesn't matter. Consequently ... the kids LOVE FaceTime. Love it. Live, breathe and die for it. It's like walkie-talkie's on steroids, dipped in battery-draining fun, and sprinkled with "I-hardly-ever-get-to-play-with-my-OWN-phone-these-days" sugar. Did I mention I hate FaceTime?
Guess who loves FaceTime the most? This gal.
Guess who I'm home alone with, all day, every day? This gal.
Our FaceTime conversations ... they're painful at best.
It's mostly funny faces and pointless questions like, "Where are you right now?" Dude ... are you kidding me?!?! I'm sitting on the couch like five feet away from you ... what do you mean, "Where are you right now???" Again. Painful.
This is a cry for help. Really. Someone please offer to FaceTime with this kid ... I'm so done.