Why I'm not getting an iPhone for Christmas

For one brief moment in early December, I considered asking Santa for an iPhone. I floated the idea past The Builder, who recoiled in horror. "We'd never see you," he spluttered, in reference to his many veiled hints over the past year that I may have been spending a wee bit too much time 'checking my email' as he calls it.

I thought about that. And decided he was right.

Since I began this blog in January I have spent more time wed to my computer than ever before. The first six months were the worst. I was, literally, obsessed. Writing, reading, commenting, tweeting, Facebooking... and then starting all over again. I have read hundreds and hundreds of blogs, and thousands and thousands of posts. I have tweeted - one moment, let me check - ah yes, 8231 times. That's right. I've told people what I had for lunch (which is the perception of Twitter for those who don't Tweet) more than 8000 times.

And all this whilst working off a desktop computer. Not even a laptop.

Imagine how ridiculous my statistics would be if I had 24 hour, in my pocket, access to the internet. Instead of watching Mr6 practice his Ninja moves, I could have commented on blogs. Rather than helping Mr3 round the gymnastics obstacle course, I could have Tweeted. Instead of taking a book to children's birthday parties, I could have... yes, well. You get the point.

While my obsession with the joys of blogging has returned to a much more manageable level as my first Blogoversary approaches, it is true that I'm easily distracted. And so I must concur with my husband's recoil, and stick with my seven-year-old hot pink Nokia something-or-other. It doesn't tweet or message or have any form of access. It doesn't even have a camera. Yep, we are talking seriously old skool here. Practically trendy again.

Sometimes it's best to stick with what you know you can handle.

Do you have an iPhone? Does it rule your life? 

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