banana phone

I have a problem.  Lately I seem to be surgically attached to my mobile phone. I’m worried I’m addicted to my phone. I think we all are (aren’t we?). It’s been going on for a while now. I see it up and down the land from playgrounds to boardrooms and I don’t want to be that girl.

I don’t want to be a slave to my phone. I don’t want to feel that I have to respond to someone quickly when I receive a message because they know I have a smartphone, or return a call I’ve missed asap. I’m a good communicator but my iPhone doesn’t own me. Do you hear me iPhone? Do you?

Look I’m freelance, work comes, work goes, I start new projects, finish projects (you get the picture). That’s the life of a freelancer and maternity pay for the self employed isn’t all that I’m afraid, so I’m working around my little man, always putting him first whiles earning the bucks when I can. See, best of both worlds.

I’m pretty busy thank goodness with a TV series in development (although deadlines are not tough) and paid posts for my blog which means working at my own pace but still keeping my toes dipped in. This does mean sending emails and taking calls though. The upside to being freelance means I don’t work all the time and I’m honest with the people I work for-I have a baby and he comes first.

I’m lucky in my job and where I am right now, that I can do that. When I’m with Oliver and Alexander, they’re my top priority. I’m talking about when O is at preschool and the baby is asleep or with my folks.

Well, I’m taking a stand. I’m going old school and have decided for (one week only) I will try and take control back and only use the thing to make calls *faints. You know, like the good old days when people only used their computer to email each other and their phone to like call people. Wow maybe I’ll even try and do without it completely and use my landline. Now that would be so prehistoric. I like it!

…So to conclude, that means no twitter, emails, facebook from my phone. Just calls and texts. I know I’m not totally going cold turkey but I don’t live near the Priory anymore so I need to take things slowly.

Wish me luck, just don’t email or text to tell me that.

Thanks

Honest Mum
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5 Responses

  1. Mieka Smiles

    I’m that girl too…I realised it today at the maternity ward when there were three of us there, all texting simultaneously in silence when we could have all been chatting about pregnancy and impending arrivals.

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