I'm Dumb, but my Phone is Smart

I'm not really a phone person. If the phone rings at home, I almost always let the machine pick up. I don't like being interrupted and I figure if it's important they'll leave a message. If my cellphone rings I can see who it is and sometimes I answer, but most of the time I let it go to voice-mail.

So if I'm not really a phone person, why is it that I go into a cold sweat every time I misplace my cellphone? Because my cellphone is so much more than a phone. The fact that I can use it to make and receive calls is just incidental and quite frankly sometimes obtrusive. I'm embarrassed to admit how attached I am to my cellphone. You see my cellphone does just about everything except laundry, but I bet you there is an app for that.

Before I became a mother I was smart, I had a social life that involved adults, I remembered everything without writing it down, and I had countless hours to do whatever I wanted. Now I have mush for brains (commonly referred to as Mommy Brain, I prefer Mami Brain), very little time to myself, and most of my adult interaction happens online. My phone has become a sort of lifeline a little, oasis I can go to throughout my day. Sad, I know, but I'm just being honest.

While I'm being honest, why don't I tell you why I'm so attached to my iPhone smart phone.

• As a blogger I am a comment junkie. I love giving and getting them. I need to feed my habit throughout the day, but my 17 month old daughter gets visibly upset when I use the computer. Guess what? She doesn't mind when I use my phone to give and get comments.
• Now that I have mush for brains I get lost all the time, even going to my friends house that I've been to 100 times. My phone doesn't make fun of me when I ask it for directions (my friend did make fun of me when I asked her).
• I no longer have a memory and need to make lists, but I never remember to bring the list with me. Well, if I put the list in my phone I never forget it because I always remember to bring my phone.

I may need an intervention. My husband caught me in bed with my phone and was none too pleased. I have to say I did feel like I was getting "caught" with a lover of sorts. It's true, I'm in love with my friggin' phone. 

This post was sponsored by Verizon and JuiceBoxJungle; they wanted to know if I had a smart phone and if so how it has affected my life as a mami.

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