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“Ok. Ok. I’m going to freak out right now.” Johnny Depp

Well, it has been a tough day.  I am exhausted.  Today has been the worst case of ‘freaking out’ I have had in a long time.  What has caused me to lose my sanity today?  We went to the mobile phone shop.

Today is my oldest son’s birthday.  Happy birthday Old Boy!  We agreed, today was the day my son would get a cell phone.  I have been fighting the battle phones for two very long years.  Today Old Boy won.  Not only did Old Boy win, but so did Tall Boy and my husband.  Everyone got new cell phones.

My husband has been discussing getting the boys cell phones for a long time.  I have been ignoring him.  I hate the idea of the boys having their own phones.  It freaks me out.

I woke up today stressed out, because I knew we were heading to get the phones.  My oldest son has an Ipod.  He is obsessed with that thing.  We do not have a gaming system at home.  So he goes on the Ipod when ever he can, mainly to play the games.  It drives me insane.  He is a really good kid, watches almost no TV, but he tries to play that thing all the time.

The big boys are thrilled…and I mean thrilled.  This is the biggest thing that has ever happened for them.  My husband thought he and I should get new phones too.  We got Droids.  It does not look like a phone.  I miss my old phone.  My husband is so happy.  I am not.  Everyone is buzzing around the house talking about all the cool things the new phones do.  I am moping.

Sure having a smart phone can be fun, but I do not want to have a family where everyone is talking on the phone to other people, but not amongst each other.  That would be my worst nightmare.

My husband reminded me how I did not like getting my first cell phone.  Now I want the old girl (all phones are girls) to come back.  The funny thing is, this new phone stuff is really my fault.  When I went to the blogging convention recently, I noticed everyone had a smart phone.  I called my husband and told him, “I need a smart phone.  I look like a dork with my old-fashioned phone.”

Now I feel bad to have ever insulted my sweet old phone.

I am returning the smart phone.  It’s not me.  Not that I am not smart mind you. but I need something without all the bells and whistles.  Something that actually looks like a my old friend.

I wasn’t meant to live in this era.  I am not a techno-gadget kind of girl.  I do not want to read books on a computer screen or receive birthday cards through email.  I like hearing someone’s voice, not getting little messages in my phone.

Maybe I will feel better in a few days.  The shock of the new situation will wear off and I will realize how fabulous it is to have a family of mobile phone users.

Uh huh.  I think I better practice up on my breathing skills to stay calm.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  It is going to be a rough ride.