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.
Mom
Like an extra limb. Many (not me) bemoan our dependence on our phones but the truth is we depend on them for so much, we feel a similar panic when we realize we out but without them. C’est La vie these days, at least until we find another, maybe better, way of staying connected. I marvel now that we ever left you guys with a babysitter and no phones.