Disconnecting

Every so often, I feel compelled to unplug. Before, it was usually driven by one pregnancy announcement after another, but lately I feel like I’m spending too much time playing on my phone, when I should be playing on the floor with my baby.

Then a few days ago, this little gem (ironically) came my way, via Facebook:

I’m not going to preach to you about technology, (you gotta do you, boo) but I can feel my attention span getting shorter, and I don’t like it.

When we watch something with actual commercials (that we can’t fast-forward through, which is rare) the first thing I do, is grab my phone. Quick! check my email, or Facebook, or Instagram, and why? In case something craaaazzzyy happened between now and the last commercial break? Because I can’t just sit and watch a commercial, or entertain myself for three damn minutes?

I don’t need to check my email 50 times a day. My Kohl’s coupon codes and 1-800-Contacts reminders aren’t going anywhere, and if someone actually needed to reach me in a hurry, they’d just call me on the phone. And Facebook. Oh, Facebook. Political rantings, creepy big brothery ads, why, why, why are there so many duck-faced selfies?!, and SO MANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. Of course, I finally get my mom to actually use her Facebook account, and I decide to stop. (And we all know I’m not stopping-stopping. But only checking in after I get up, and before bed, and weeding out the crazies never hurt anybody. I deleted the app from my phone, so I’m at the very least, slightly inconvenienced.)

One of my biggest pet peeves is trying to have conversation with someone who won’t stop looking at their phone, and I realized the other day that even though Gus isn’t currently the greatest conversationalist, that’s exactly what I’m doing to him when he’s playing on the floor, or eating some veggie straws, and I’m checking my email. It’s not fair to him, and I don’t want him to grow up that way, and I don’t want to be that mom.

I want to be the mom who makes funny faces, and builds forts, and plays in the pool, and goes to the playground, and teaches him new words, and chases after him making monster sounds until I lose my voice, and (god help me) goes outside (ew) and rides a bike with him (who wants to teach me to ride a bike again?).

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4 thoughts on “Disconnecting

  1. You know what? I’m going to join you. I do the same thing to my little girl, and I don’t want to be “that” kind of mom. Thank you for the inspiration.

  2. This is me. It’s such an addiction to the most pointless crap ever. I feel so guilty every time the baby looks to me and catches me staring at my phone, I try to hide it from her. I need to do something about this! Deleting a few select apps does help, and I’ve done this before, but I always re-download within days.

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