Distracted

The iPad had my attention.

My husband had just come home

And he could not compete. 

I nodded and mumbled

And continued to stare at the screen. 

Five minutes later when I am done,

I notice him texting my son to find out his plans.

"You don't need to text him.

He is at work.

He'll be home at 5:30," I tell him. 

"Why didn't you tell me that when I asked you earlier?" he asks.

"You didn't ask me," I reply. 

"Yes, I did. You were on your iPad." 

My iPad is now sitting face down, 

so he can have my attention.