Nothing scares me more than sitting amidst my children while I am navigating my iPhone. The other evening I was trying to text a friend, but was having difficulty sliding off the screen onto another open tab… then getting back to the lower case letters…. and I could feel my children encroaching upon my neck. My eldest could barely contain her dismay as she grabbed my phone whilst screaming how incompetent I was.
And this wasn’t the first meeting with the death stare- each of my brew have grabbed or clenched talk at me for being so slow or “too old” for such a phone.
Honestly, its worse than being observed; the pressure to text my best at all times has caused my blood pressure to rise.