Cell Phone Madness

I keep a journal and as I flipped through it one day it occurred to me that Babe and I have been arguing about his obsessive use and connection to his cell phone for years. I'd guess it's been since 2003 when he started his career and found the cell phone was the fastest most convenient way to keep in touch with clients and coworkers alike, and since then the creation of the compact, easy to use, text capable cell phone has been the bane of my existence. No doubt about it, it's why I "forget" to charge my own cell phone and why I can't ever seem to find the cursed thing when I really do need it! There's some subconscious reasoning behind my own cell phone irresponsibility based on Babe's love affair with his.

Now, I'm smart enough to know that this is Babe's lifeline to his corporate world and having money to pay bills and keep our babies fed is a high priority for me. And an occasional trip to the Baltic Sea or Hawaii are much enjoyed all thanks to the ringing or text message alert of that phone. I'm no fool, I know that it's what keeps him working hard and earning the "big" bucks that allow me to sit at home and make this blog my job, but...I digress. When the phone rings and he jumps up from the couch like his butt is on fire, I feel the anger brewing. Or when we're in the car as a little family, spending a little quality time (even if only in my own mind) and that thing rings, he snatches it from his belt clip like it's a leach attached to his hip and answers it like it's his angry mother. She may not be angry but he can damned well bet that his wife is!

I don't remember exactly when the Treo 700 or the Blackberry became my arch nemesis and my darling husband's mistress, but I've become the jealous wife. Maybe it's because he has meaningful conversations with whomever is on the other side and we talk about what's for dinner and why there are toys outside of the playroom. Maybe it's because I spend most of my day with a 2 year old who only wants to talk about Lightning McQueen and Sally, then proceed to watch two long hours of Cars the movie. Maybe it's because I have 20 million words to spend a day and Babe has 2 million, only he spends 99% of those speaking loudly enough for the Blue Tooth jammed into his ear to transmit voice to the person on the other end. Then he wonders why I talk in my sleep. I know those figures are wrong, but you get the idea!

So after years of arguing, I have decided to let it go and hope for the best. Maybe I'll get smart and call or text the man when I am in need of a meaningful converstaion...but that can only happen after I find my own cell phone and charge the thing. You just gotta love it.