I've been known to confiscate my husband's Blackberry before he takes my daughter out for a drive. Because I undestand the addictive allure of it, I really do. But my empathy would not extend into forgiveness if crashed with our baby because he was reading a Google Alert.
I recently turned off my own phone. I weaned myself by first removing the email and Internet connection, then turning off the phone all together. It seemed like such a radical decision, and I dickered over it for weeks, but now that it's gone, so what? The world has kept right on turning, and I'm not spending $70+ bucks a month to make myself available to others 24/7.
It's also kind of fun to announce to others that you don't have a phone, just to see the jaws slacken. And that makes me feel kind of cool and smug. I'm a rebel, baby. With a baby. And no phone to call my own.
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