I’m setting myself a challenge. To put the smart phone down and look up more. Live in the moment if you will. It sounds crazy that I even have to set myself this challenge, but what with my blog, the Facebook groups I run, my love of scrolling through Instagram and my self-diagnosed addiction to all things social, I need to nip it in the bud and focus on what is important.
A poll was recently taken by Digital Awareness UK of 2,000 11-18 year olds and, amongst many other upsetting stats, it showed that:
“36% of pupils asked their parents to put down their phone… [of these pupils]…46% said their parents took no notice while 44% felt upset and ignored.”
I don’t want to be in that 46%.
Everyone says it all goes so fast and I’m now worried that I’ll miss the bits I am lucky enough to be around for, when not at work and when she’s not at her dads, because either she or I or both of us have our noses buried in a tablet or a phone.
It’s unnecessary. It’s antisocial and it’s not how I want to parent.
Mum guilt is a bitch and there’s so many things I feel guilty about but can’t change. This, however, I can.
So, from school pick up to bedtime, my phone is going away. The tablet is only being used for half an hours entertainment if needs be whilst I get dinner ready (my tv is currently kaput) and my thrilling social life (ha ha) will just have to wait.
Who else fancies joining me? Let me know in the comments so we can be strong together!
A few weeks ago Charlotte and I went on a trip down to Devon to visit some friends. She said she had a tummy ache the night before but, unfortunately, because of her Coeliac Disease this can be a common occurrence so I have to say I kissed her goodnight and hoped it would go away by the morning.
It didn’t, she woke saying she was feeling sick, but, yet again I dismissed it especially as she ate a tub of yoghurt! So I gave her some calpol and packed her in the car along with our luggage.
25 miles from home on a bypass with no lay-bys she began complaining of feeling sick again so I just said we’d stop for some food soon and she was probably hungry. Turns out she wasn’t hungry, she was actually sick and proceeded to vomit over herself and my car.
After driving another 4 miles before finding a lay-by, I pulled in and ran around to her side of the car. It was a massacre, she’d covered everything so I looked around for anything that could help me and, because I’m a lazy, messy mum and my car is an outpost of my kitchen, bathroom cabinet, wardrobe and toy cupboard combined I found everything I needed.
Multi suface cleaner wipes for the chair and car seat. Check.
Half a bottle of water for Charlotte to wash her mouth out with. Check.
Tesco carrier bag to put all contaminated items in. Check.
Change of clothes for her. Check.
Raincoat for me as it was also pissing it down. Check.
This life event made me realise that actually a messy car isn’t so bad. Yes, it can be embarrassing when you get tricked into having to give a non-parent a lift somewhere but I also came up with 10 reasons it’s actually essential that your car is messy.
You will always have baby wipes somewhere in the car. This can clean sticky fingers, sticky faces, sticky dashboards, sticky steering wheels (hey, I’m not one to judge!)
You can fashion a miniature sick bucket for a miniature human being because once bitten, twice shy.
You will always have reading material. That time when you’re stuck on the M5, everyone’s turned their engines off and your phone battery dies. What’s better than Biff and Chips ‘Sit me up’ or an old cereal box that was an art project from nursery.
You will also always have something to eat. Granted it may have been on the floor under the seat for an undetermined amount of time but, if it ever gets to the point where you’re contemplating a Bear Grylls type survival technique, fear not. That half pack of Wotsits will keep you alive for at least another half hour.
You will always have a coat. It may not be for the right season or go with what you’re wearing but it’s another layer so stop whinging.
Your child will also have a spare set of clothes should you need them. Maybe a ‘hold on, we’re just near the services’ accident, or a ‘just take a little sip and then put the lid back on’ accident…whichever you will definitely be able to change them. Ok, the tights might be a bit small but no one will know under the Tangled fancy dress outfit.
And speaking of fancy dress outfits you will never be caught short at nursery’s Pirates and Princesses days that you heard nothing about until that morning. That blunt eyeliner rolling around your footwell is perfect to draw a couple of scars and an eyepatch! Voila!
About to send your car for an MOT and realise you don’t have any windscreen wash? Rather than being charged £5 for them to fill it up for you so it passes just empty all the half drunk bottles of Evian into the water tank in the lay-by before you get to the garage (and then use a baby wipe to clean your hands).
If you can’t stand to hear ‘Are we nearly there yet?’ one more time then have a feel down the side of your seat and you will definitely be able to find a CBeebies CD or a Greatest Hits of Bonnie Tyler CD there. Pick whichever will make your ears bleed least.
Hair not quite sitting the way you want this morning? Dig down the back of the passenger seat and there will definitely be two Peppa Pig hair clips and, if you’re lucky, a headband with fluorescent pigtails protruding from the top. New look, sorted.
You’re welcome people!
Have I missed anything off? Let me know what you have found in your footwell recently in the comments below!
One of my friends from work writes a fantastic and uplifting blog and she manages it every day, she is inspirational so you should go and read it! But…reading hers does make me feel pretty damn lazy and ashamed that it’s now been two weeks with no new posts. I’m kind of hope that you all have busy lives as well and understand when I go quiet for a few days!
I have started a few posts over the past week or so but I really wonder who wants to read about the weather (other than me telling you that my recent post must have worked because the sun’s come out!), or my new carpets (which look awesome) or the fact that there is no news on my new house and that work is busy, but I guess this is life.
Sometimes it’s just all pretty normal and mundane but, sometimes, that is quite nice. No craziness, no dramas (well not many anyway), no major worries around which gives me the ability to appreciate the quiet times and my time with Charlotte. I like my job, I’m moving house at some point and I’m generally happy so can’t complain really!
Please let me know what ‘mundane’ things make you happy in the comments below, so I don’t feel quite so boring! 😄