June 24, 2013
A while back I had an idea to spend a weekend without touching my iPhone, not to play "Candy Crush", to check "Facebook" to see what my 436 best friends were up to, no CNN, no local news no "Words with Friends" -- just family real life time.
As of a few weeks ago, I am now an unemployed stay-home mom looking for a full-time paying job, and staying off of my phone is even harder.
Trying to send resumes, calling places to get Myles and me medical insurance until I find a job,while trying to find out what to do with my 401K, filling out pages and pages of forms on job websites.I then make lunch and check my email every few hours. Poor Myles just wants me to play with him. He is now out of pre-school until I have a job. I wish we could afford for me to be a stay-home mom even just for the summer, but we cannot.
We go to parks so I'm NOT the sucky mom on the laptop or iPhone all day. I can't just plop him down in front of the TV all day and job hunt and house clean.
It's sad to see all the parents who have the same addiction; a park in Seattle on a lake, it's a sunny warm day (which we rarely have), the park is full of little kids, and all the parents' faces are glued to their phones. Kids are not kids for long. Soon they will want nothing to do with us; they will be teenagers who lock themselves in their rooms and don't even want to talk to us. It's sad how detached we have become.
I only use my phone in the park if I'm taking pictures of Myles; I don't go there and deliberately ignore my son. There are still people who kidnap kids and what better time than now, since most of the parents are not paying attention anyway.
I should be teaching him letters and numbers, we should be playing, I should be potty training him. In the chaos I have to take Nash the puppy to go potty (I have learned to take a set of house keys with me so I don't get locked out with Nash); I come back in and do a load of laundry, walk by the kitchen and of course I have to clean that also.
As I type Myles sits next to me playing toddler games on my iPhone. Every so often he needs to 'fist bump' me.
Then I go into Myles' room to get him a new diaper and am then stuck cleaning his closet out, for no reason other than I am home and I have not had time off to do random things like that since my maternity leave which was almost three years and two houses ago.
Myles now has adopted all our old cell phones, he has a pay as you go phone, he owns my husbands' broken iPhone and he has my iTouch Chocolate that we can't even charge. It lights up and still has photos on it from two years ago. I can't figure out for the life of me how it works anymore, buy Myles can get to pages I don't remember existing.
Now we are coloring and playing with stickers. We're going camping with my friend who just moved up here from So-Cal, we went to college and were on the newspaper staff together. I will enjoy some of my summer while I have one. It's sunny and warm, we have a blow-up pool and I have a little mini-me who just wants to goof around, play, dance, go on nature walks and pick our neighbors' flowers, and that sounds like heaven to me. I do not miss my office, my dual monitors, talking to adjudicated customers, or traffic.
Read Brooke's blog Voice of ONE.