Suffering jet lag.

After a long stretch on the east coast, my matriculation into the Pacific Time zone is daunting.

My new wake up time is between 2-3am.

I should just roll over, but like a sugar addict with a heavily frosted Magnolia cupcake staring me in the eye, I cannot resist reaching for my cell phone.

I just do not fully comprehend the addiction.

In the past, I loved to avoid phone calls, voicemail and more recently, emails.

Now, during nighttime dalliances, I check everything…blog numbers, emails, Instagram, NY Times, Facebook.

Where did I go wrong?

I do know many others who illogically lunge at night for their phone.

I am aware that my husband resents being awakened by cell phone glare even though I have dimmed the intensity.

Yet, the nocturnal dependency continues.

I am sleeping alone lately…no, the addiction did not drive my husband away.

He is on a business trip.

I am not going to sugar coat things…this morning I reached out at 2:11am, after holding off for 17 tortuous minutes.

Tonight, I plan on tucking my shiny cell into a cozy corner of my kitchen…the first step in my 12 step program to disconnect from my middle of the night obsession.

Just so you know, I am not alone.

Cell Phone Addiction is officially a thing…it’s called, Nomophobia.