On Monday night my iphone died. We had been driving back from Sonoma 4th July celebrations and our eight month old had definitely been gumming it at some point on the way home. When I plugged it in at the end of the day a cryptic little message popped up telling me that the cable was not compatible with this phone. It had been a long day – it’s tired and confused poor thing, I thought. It will feel better in the morning. The next morning my phone was dead and would not charge.
With no Apple store appointments available for the next 48 hours I faced days ahead of life without iphone. The lives of over 400 unbacked-up near-identical photos of my kids hung in the balance. I’m not exaggerating or going for comedy effect here when I say that I felt anxious, depressed and just a little bit lonely.
Day 1 and I tried to be a grown up about it. This is a great opportunity to remember life before iphone dependency right? To smell the roses and focus all day long on my children. To be mindful and present and… oh my god just BREATHE and focus on the horizon. I made a shopping list on pen and paper. I shushed my baby to sleep in her car seat with my own brave vocal chords in place of white noise. I put on a watch. I google mapped the meeting place for our playground date and then committed the route to memory. I emailed everyone reminding them that they could not deviate from this plan as they had NO WAY of contacting me. Frankly it was terrifying,
We met up with our friends safe and sound, played, chatted. I crossed my arms in my lap to stop the tell-tale twitch of having no social media page to flick on to while waiting for toddlers to finish emptying the sand box.
That night I was grouchy and even more anxious. My to-do lists were gone. My calendar was gone. I snapped at my husband for suggesting he look up said calendar for me in ‘the cloud’. That’s not the point! (honestly there’s not much in my calendar.)
I was genuinely shocked by how much the loss of my little rose gold 🙂 box was affecting me. This is so tragic I thought. So predictable. I am not a teenager. But still, I felt like I’d lost a friend.
Day 2 and I braved a bleak world of radio alarm clocks, in-car GPS systems (hopeless) and ipod playlists from 2008. Hideous. Then, while making energetic conversation with an earthy, practical looking mother of four (no phone = make new friends and experience the world properly, right?) I admitted rather sheepishly that I was struggling with life sans-cell. Her response was so sympathetic I nearly fell over backwards. ‘When you are a stay-at-home-mom’, she announced, ‘your days can be long and lonely and that phone is your window to the world. I think you’d better get yourself a new one immediately.’
Bravo! One for the ‘Lets All Give Ourselves a Break’ gang!