So, last Saturday my phone was tragically and unfairly stolen at the library. I say tragically, because if you’ve ever purchased a phone “out right” without any kind of phone contract to buffer the costs then let’s just say, that’s a tragedy to ANY bank account.
And I say unfairly because I think all stealing is just so UNfair! I think once the feelings of optimism that maaaaaybe the person would decide to turn from their evil ways and return my phone to me ( it had already been wiped by the time I tried to access it on my find my phone app), had passed the major feeling I had was just the desire for JUSTICE! I just hated the idea that someone could be so jerky as to take advantage of a bedraggled Mom with her two little kids and then GET AWAY WITH IT. UGG!!!
Anyway, the tragic/unfair event happened right on the eve of us heading out of town to visit family and Brett was still in the midst of working very long long shifts at work. I had a ton to do before we left town and so, in the end, we headed off to visit family without dealing with the phone situation. It was going to work well because I’d be with Brett and people could reach me via his phone, or send me messages the “old fashioned way” using Facebook or email ( haha!) when I checked it once or twice a day.
And so almost immediately on our drive I realized that: when we drive somewhere and I’m NOT driving I check instagram continually. I also listen to Pandora and I also check my emails and I text my friends a lot. I also realized that my children do a million cute and documentable things in a given 10 minute span and without a phone to document those moment I have to just soak it in. No pictures for later instagram posting! Just plan old-fashion memory.
When we arrived at Brett’s mom’s house we were greeted by a glorious host of family and for the next two days my kids ran absolutely wild with about 8 or so cousins. Mud pies, hammocks, bicycles, cupcakes, s’mores and a very necessary bath at the end of each day. At the same time, I got to chill and chat with the adults and watch the glorious scene of cousins unfold….without taking a single picture. And without checking instagram to see what comparable fun other people were up to. I also didn’t share the glorious fun we were having with anyone that wasn’t siting next to me on the couch and it was STILL FUN! I got pretty much zero likes. And no comments. But it was still very much a glorious two days.
I then headed to my parents house for another day and half where I hung out with my sister, commiserated on how 4 year-olds truly affect ones mental status, and discussed important things like the unmentionable Kimye wedding episode ( if you don’t know what this is, please don’t ask…clearly you’re already a better person than me and we should just keep it that way) and watched our children run around us screaming. Once again I did not share what I was doing with any one! In fact, I was now 4 days into not having a phone and I wondered if anyone wondered where I was. And if they did, was that really that important?
We finally headed back home yesterday, and because Brett was driving a big Uhaul back ( post about this coming soon!) I drove myself and the kids 5 hours home WITHOUT A PHONE. That’s right. No GPS. No phone in case I got a flat tire ( though, granted Brett was about 30 minutes behind me on the road), no apps to tell me where the nearest Starbucks was, no pandora to listen to music, nothing. And somehow, we made it home Instead of a phone to keep me company, I just thought lots and lots of thoughts on those highways headed home and I’ve decided that my addiction to my smartphone really was at an all time high. I am hoping that now that I will once again have a phone ( tomorrow I’m headed to the Verizon store), that I will not return to the intense connectedness that was filling my days. I say this here because I know it will be easy to return. That the addiction sneaks in all sneaky-sneaky like and before you know it you’re checking your Facebook feeds in the bathroom. ( ew!)
However, if you check your phone when you’re sitting at a red-light in your car. Then, you my friend, might need to have your phone stolen at the library because wake-up-calls can be greatly refreshing.
( Though, I’m sorry, I still feel sad that I have no pictures from all those awesome cousin-fun-times.) iPhones are good for some things.