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I see a lot of moms today who are living two lives at once. On the one hand they’re taking their kids to the park, or a class, or for a walk. But at the same time, they’ve got their Bluetooth in their ear, or they’re typing furiously on their BlackBerries, or even BBM-ing with other mommy friends. I can’t pull that off. Kudos if they can. I love that moms today have their own lives and aren’t tethered to their kids 24/7. But I can’t do that. One thing I am when I’m with Hank Jr. is present. Maybe I’m feeling guilty because I’m gone a lot for work or so busy doing a million different things for my career, so I feel like when I am with baby Hank I really need to be with him. When I’m spending time with the baby, I make sure the computer is off and the cell phone is gone. It’s all about him.

Every once in a while we get to ride in style. Of course, if I’m paying, we’re going commercial!

I’m a person who holds on to my cell phone religiously. I take it everywhere I go. But I don’t text, return calls, or even pick up calls. That phone is basically in case of emergencies; it makes me feel safer to know that if something happens I have my phone in hand to call for help. I always check out all of the exits in a room and scope out strangers within my vicinity. It might seem like overkill, but I know there are some crazy people out there and I’d rather be safe than sorry.

I don’t use the phone for long chats or casual conversations. I like to get my business done quickly, even with friends. So I usually use it only if I get lost or if I have plans, and then it’s a quick thing, like “I’m almost home” or “I’m running five minutes late!” That’s why I have my assistant, Eddie, make calls for me. He checks my texts and voice mails from friends, family, and my team. I’ve always been bad with keeping in touch and communication, but now that I’m a busy wife and mom, I think it might be getting even worse. If I’m driving, or working out, or busy, it’s just so much easier for me to dictate to Eddie what to say. Any free time I have is spent worrying about Hank Jr., stocking the fridge, or taking care of my family. I just don’t have time for small talk and that’s what I’ve found I’ve usually used my cell phone for.

If I need to schedule an appointment I freak out. It makes me nervous! I don’t know how to leave messages or voice mails, so I never leave them for anyone. I just hang up and call back and hope the person picks up the phone. I hate being like, “Hi, this is Kendraaaaa and I’m coming in for my gynecologist appointment.” I have a phobia of what people think of me. I always picture five people in an office sitting around playing my voice mail message over and over again and laughing at it. One of the main reasons I hired Eddie was to help me make appointments, pick up cell phone calls, and leave messages, and keep me in touch with the world!

That’s not to say I don’t have a little me time. But it’s more necessity than luxury. I go to the gym to stay in shape and look good—not to pamper myself—because that’s part of my job. But I haven’t always had time for that. Especially the first nine months or so after Hank Jr. was born. I was shooting Kendra, writing my first book, moving across the country and back, so I really had no time to do anything for myself. Plus it’s not always that easy to just go to a spa one day without feeling like the whole world is staring at me. I know I’m not Angelina Jolie, but I do get recognized. With my luck I’ll go into a spa dressing room on the same day as a bachelorette party and I will be butt naked and one of them will scream, “Oh my God, it’s Kendra!” and they’re all drunk and it’s just creepy. People want to take pictures of me in the weirdest places. I’m not trying to sound conceited, but there is a time and place for taking a picture on your camera phone and it’s not in a spa dressing room when I am naked! (Full disclosure: That’s never happened, but mostly because I refuse to go to the spa and let it happen. My fear is that it will!)

Besides, when I became a mom, hygiene, relaxation, and personal