Sentences with phrase «phone at dinner time»

Is it appropriate to have the phone at dinner time?

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They were also more likely than millennials to stay on their phones at the dinner table and spend more time on every type of device — phone, computer, or tablet.

«I had a stepdaughter at the time who was so hooked on her telephone that I had to — we had to — argue every day, whether it was at dinner or going to bed, that she had to put her phone away,» said Peter Neby, founder of Punkt, one of the start - ups in the dumbphone market.

Elections are won at the water cooler, at the bar, at the dinner table, over the phone and in bed, and Obama's supporters were primed to know the messages, know the strategy and understand the stakes every time his candidacy came up in conversation.

To track the effect of the video game on real - life fruit and vegetable consumption at baseline and six months later, researchers completed 24 - hour dietary recalls with children over the phone three times, averaging breakfast, lunch, snack, and dinner fruit and vegetable intakes.

I believe in kindness, empathy, manners, putting the phone away at dinner and having time to listen.

«Within three days, we were talking on the phone for hours at a time, and, within weeks, we made a date for dinner.»

so if your kid want to read let them read, my read in her phone, one thing there some restriction not reading or electronic device at dinner time.

I make time every day for my husband, I always take my children's phone calls, and at least once a month we have a big family dinner here now.

Manny's wife ends up speaking on the phone all the time, which started out to be fun, but now people are calling when the family is having dinner, are busy, or even at night when everyone is sleeping and they don't seem to be in a hurry to get off of the phone.

When you are out to dinner, at a special engagement, and during 1:1 time with your partner, make a concerted effort to not check your phone.

If your spouse agrees to a day with you or even a few hours, setting boundaries like «no cell phones at dinner» could significantly reduce work - related stress during your alone time.

«I had been a stay at home mom for nine and a half years,» said Todd over the phone during a busy work day that took her, in one day, to Las Vegas, Napa Valley and home to Sacramento in time for dinner with her kids.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.