Mommy Confession #6

Confession: I don't have a smartphone and I don't want one.  Okay, maybe having one would be nice, but I can't be trusted.

I think it's annoying to watch my husband constantly pull his phone out.  Is it his turn on Words with Friends?  An important email?  A text?  A calendar reminder?  Who is bothering my husband when he's supposed to be driving, eating dinner, spending time with his family?  He monitors his use around us pretty well, but is definitely guilty of being dependent on that phone.  I can't really blame him.  I know I'd be exactly the same way if I had a phone that kept me constantly connected. I'm positive it would distract me from doing my job.  If I am at the playground with my girls, I want to be focused on them.  If they are playing at the library, I should be playing, too.  I'm not judging the parents who are on their phones; I'm sure I'd do the same thing.  Smartphone users with self-control should be applauded because I know that would be a struggle for me.  I already find myself easily distracted by the computer, tv or a good book.  I most certainly do not need anything else diverting my attention, especially something that would go everywhere with me.  I suppose my lack of an iPhone makes me the uncool mom.   I'm okay with that.  One day, the girls will realize that any "uncool" decisions were made with their best interests in mind.  Until then, I'll prepare myself for lots of eye rolling.
Note to my children: Mom jeans are never in your best interest.  If I make that decision, you have my permission to insist I reconsider.