iPhone Widow!

They say
you should never say you hate something.
Instead, it is much better to say you dislike intensely. Well, sod that
because I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Mister Husband’s iPhone. With a passion. Or, to be clear about it, I hate the
power it has over him. A very
articulate, intelligent man is Mister Husband.
He even has a degree! When I’m
reduced to mumbling incoherently at the boys, issuing instructions for them to
“take that yoke and put it in the thing” he is well able to use his words and
issue coherent, clear and concise instructions.
However, once he has the phone in his grasp, I’m lucky if I get a
“hmmmmm?” out of him. It drives me
insane!!!! I call myself the iPhone
widow. I told him I was going to put up a thread on my favourite parenting
website but I wasn’t sure which of two titles I was going to post it
under. I know him well and am aware of
his propensity to help out so he innocently asked me what they were. The first one, I thought, was going to be “iPhone
widows.” But I also liked the sound of
“how do I kill an iPhone?” Then I asked
him which one was his favourite. “Oh,
ha ha ha. Fnar fnar,” was the response. “I’m going for a pint.” “Is there not
an app for that?” I asked him on his way
out. “Don’t forget your phone!" It's not a new development either. He has had one of these horrible anti-social
contraptions for several years now. And
I fear its popularity is spreading. Currently we have one bathroom in our
house. The irony of that is not lost on
me as our old house had three and at one stage, it was just the two of us
living there, so one more lav than we needed.
This time round, however, there are now five people who need pit stops
at various times of the day and night. On
a good day, it is not cool to hog valuable bathroom time but it is bang out of
order to hog it with your iPhone. The
other day, Screecher Creature No. 2 went missing. It was all too quiet for my liking so I went
in search. It didn’t take me long to
locate him. On the throne. With his daddy’s iPhone watching his
‘toons. It’s definitely catching. As much as it kills me to admit it, the devils invention certainly has
its place. For instance, it is a
valuable working tool for Mister Husband.
He has the internet, Sat Nav, conversion tables, up to the minute
weather reports and an excellent camera at his disposal. The Screecher Creatures are also fans. When Mister Husband can bear to be parted
from it, the gurriers can be kept quiet with some of their favourite ‘toons
over Saturday morning breakfast. This
means I get to have a coffee in peace. So I suppose it’s not all bad. It doesn’t stop me complaining though. I overheard Mister Husband humming to himself
the other day. “Here comes the
wagon. Wanderly, wanderly wagon.” There’s a blast from the past, I
thought. Turns out though, it wasn’t
Wanderly Wagon he was mumbling about. It
was me! I was the wagon in
question. He tried to back pedal
furiously and tell me that I was a wonderful wagon and it was meant as a term
of endearment. Ha ha ha, was my sarky
response. Fnar Fnar. And all because I
complained about his iPhone.
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