I’m sleep deprived. Or more accurately, sleep disrupted.
All this week, our eldest daughter has been texting me very late at night/early in the morning. She’s in France with other students as part of a two-week immersion program.
And apparently, she hasn’t mastered the fine art of time zones.
This morning (well, MY morning) we were messaging on Facebook, and I gently pointed out to her that when she texts me at 11:30 am local time, it’s 2:30 am for me.
Her response? “Oh, I don’t expect you to respond.”
She was treating her text as her Mom might an email — something that could be sent at any time, with the expectation that the intended receiver could respond at their leisure.
Except, I wasn’t on the same page.
When I received middle-of-the-night texts, my only frame of reference was middle-of-the-night phone calls. And nothing good ever comes from one.
I was on high alert. Adrenaline was coursing through my body. I was exhausted but couldn’t go back to sleep, even though there was no emergency.
Don’t assume your audience has the same expectation and understanding that you do.
Ask for clarification.