Why Having Your Phone Take The Plunge Makes You A Better Parent
It is has been two and a half weeks since my cell phone took a dive into the toilet. Actually, my fourteen month old daughter took it unbeknownst to me, and decided to play with it in the toilet like a cat. Then, she proceeded to let it sink to the bottom of its final porcelain resting place. Within the one hundred twenty seconds it took for me to administer the antibiotics for strep throat for my son and I, that little nugget had managed to sink my cellular device. She flushed down my memories and contacts, and with it, a new freedom. I did not possess one single ounce of anger or frustration. (I could never be mad at that face, anyhow.) I just prayed that my photos from the past two years could somehow be restored. Who backs up their phone, right? Sigh. I envisioned myself without my phone for a couple of days. I did not have any upcoming phone conferences, so survival was possible. For the first few hours to approximately a day, I would reach down into my empty pocket to text s