In a fit of rage, my almost three year old hid my phone.
That was Friday.
Talk about subtle hints, huh?
After a day of turning our house upside down (which by the way was a very good excuse to clean every nook and cranny of our lives) to no avail, I went about my busy day Saturday.
And you know what?
I barely missed it at all.
I mean, at first the idea of leaving my house without my phone was scary, almost downright terrifying. What if something happened? What if I got lost? What if I needed help? But I pressed on, because with or without an Iphone, life goes on.
And you know what?
I survived.
I also learned a huge lesson. Relying on my phone all the time is downright stupid. It disrupts my moments, and it inhibits me from encountering actual human interaction. I’ve become a cell phone addicted fembot. Ew. Gross.
That silly little machine, actually had the ability to make me fear life without it. How stupid is that?
This weekend was a real eye opener.
It’s not so bad living off the map.

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