Disconnected
I left the house the other morning to drop Jack off at preschool and meet with the co-op board members. I realized about halfway to school that I had forgotten my phone.
I’m perfectly capable of going for a while without my phone, AT HOME. Out of the home, during the work day – that’s a different matter.
It wasn’t the end of the world, but it was a minor annoyance, mostly because I kept forgetting that I had forgotten it.
My brain:
“Oh, I’ll text John, make sure he knows I don’t have my phone. Whoops, can’t.”
“What time is it? I don’t know, I’ll have to ask somebody.”
“Oh, I can listen to my audiobook on the way home. Nice. CAN’T! No phone.”
Driving by the flooring store: “Ooh, let me just call the Rawlings about floor and carpet remnants or a carpet pad. NOPE.”
It was a very frustrating two hours.