Granny and Grandpa came too so they could push the baby around while my roots were dealt with and locks shorn. Talk about luxury. My stylist and I talked about sci-fi television (True Blood and Grimm), he complemented me the gorgeousness of my baby, then I ate a Birds cheese and ham roll and read Marie Claire. Seriously, all I needed was an chilled glass of Champagne and it could have hit the heady heights of perfection.
But, there was one seriously dark cloud hanging over my otherwise blissful afternoon.
I had forgotten my phone!
How is it possible that a microchip surrounded by a bit of plastic can make or break my mood. I am old enough (but look far to young according to my hairdresser) to remember not bothering with a mobile. I barely used it when I had one. What happened? How can I feel insecure just because I have left my phone on the sofa? It's like an addiction.
I actually don't have the answer. But, a big part of it has been down to the baby. My phone has been my baby-feeding friend. It is small enough to fit in the palm of my hand while I have baby on my knee. In order to occupy myself during long feeds, I started looking at Twitter, then Facebook, then blogs and then I started writing my own blog and then tweeting myself (a monster 24 tweets so far, but bear with me!) The act of feeding a baby is as old as time - now enhanced by cutting edge technology. And don't they make a good team.
But I do worry when I don't have my phone. I don't feel as safe driving around on my own with the baby without it. It's not as though I am going to darkest Peru without any way of contacting the rest of civilisation is it? I was only going a few miles to the hairdressers. I must have looked a bit frazzled as my mum actually lent me her phone. It wasn't the same, but it seemed to quell the little flutters of panic when I remembered I didn't have my mobile. And, to add insult to neurosis, I had been looking forward to a little blog time - on my phone.
According to Grazia this week (what else?), I am not alone in my phone obsession - apparently, there is a phobia relating to fear of losing your mobile phone. It's called nomophobia.
I think I have got it.
As Joni Mitchell sang, 'you dont know what you've got til it's gone'. Well that's how I felt - I had the no-phone blues - and I got them bad.
I spent a huge amount of time breastfeeding while on my phone, and that was also when I started using Twitter and reading blogs!
ReplyDeleteI also feel lost without my phone. I've had one almost as long as I've been driving, and I can't imagine setting out on a long journey without one!