So. Some of you may know that my Blackberry chose to end its short, turbulent life by jumping into my bath the other afternoon (I know that “afternoon bath” equals bragging – but I was so excited to sneak away!). Thug the Elder was at baseball practice (endlessly at baseball practice). Thug the Younger was at a playdate with a friend getting to know a new video game called Skylanders – which is basically short for “How else do I bankrupt Mommy, besides with the usual baseball bags, football cleats, Nike socks, etcetera.?” This meant, dear reader, that I had an hour or so to myself.
Bath, Epsom Salts, hydrogen peroxide (I have germ, um, issues – you would, too, if you had two large boys living with you.) here I come.
My Blackberry didn’t leave a note. I thought I had saved it – I did everything I could. I used a blow-dryer on it, at low setting, I put it in a bag of rice (Thug the Y took issue with this – I asked him if he’d ever heard of “dirty rice”. I have an answer for everything…)
The rice got into all the Blackberry nooks and crannies – I didn’t realize there were so many – and, didn’t work. At all. I thought of taking it out and shooting it – but I realized a proper burial, and a working sim card, made more sense.
For the next two days, for one reason or another, I was not able to get to the ATT Store. And slowly, very slowly, I made peace with being out of reach. Was the school nurse trying to call me? Doubtful. Was there a work emergency? Hey, I’m a writer – I AM the emergency. I was reliving the early 90’s – without Madonna – and I was loving it. I felt more rested. My brain, without having to tap buttons incessantly, could relax.
Maybe I would live. Maybe I would even…enjoy being out of touch.
I’m going to try this – once a week I’m going to give myself a techno-break. I’m going to leave my phone at home (very hard for this helicopter mom to do) for a few hours.
But don’t worry – I’ll get back to you!