It wasn’t that long ago that I was complaining about sharing. Then it was our anniversary and I was annoyed again, so I just went and got one for him. Dear Hubby, you’re welcome, Love Me. Since then the setting up, the learning, the questions have started. Bit by bit he has retreated into the world of the iPad. He’s disappeared. I’ve lost him. Serves myself right. I should have shared.
It reminded me of something.
I was pretty darn excited to get my iPad. It was a post investment house settlement gift to myself last year. I waited for it to arrive from Apple. I planned my trips to the cafes and parks to blog. I dreamt and planned and got more and more excited. Then one day, it was here! That day I bundled myself up on the couch and learnt everything I could about it.
He raised an eyebrow at me.
It was bushier than usual. I remember these things.
Don’t you bring that into bed with you, he said.
Errr, what? I said. Why would I bring it to bed? You know, other than reading and movies and tv and stuff like that…
No wait, why would that be a problem, huh?
He went on to explain that the glow from my phone was bad enough, constant enough. That he just couldn’t handle a super sized version of it. I looked deep into his eyes and knew what was going on. He was jealous. Jealous that I had them. Jealous that he didn’t. Jealous that I spent more time on the phone then I did on him {that was too much right? I didn’t mean literally. Much}.
So I rolled my eyes and promised I wouldn’t bring it to bed.
But I totally did.
And here we are. 12 months and another iPad later and the tables have turned my friends. Like, turned turned. I swear to god that thing is attached to his arms where his hands used to be. He loves it. He takes it to work to work on it, works on it at home, plays on it at home and then sleeps with it playing sweet sweet music as he drifts off to sleep.
It’s a fleeting obsession, right?
He’ll come back to me sooner or later.
Right?
Riiiiight!?
Stupid bought my husband an iPad and now he loves it more than me…
