It got to fever point the other night on the couch when my gentle husband delicately said, honey, why don't you just relax and watch the TV. I'm sure in his head he was saying "put down that bloody phone." It's not like I didn't see it coming. For a few months I've felt guilty every time I've picked it up to "check" something, especially in front of the kids or mid conversation. It takes a lot for Davey to suggest or ask something he knows i'll probably snap at. I found myself apologising profusely and saying, no please, do tell me.. like I don't know i'm addicted to my smartphone.