Losing an iPhone is like loosing a best friend. I guess it began Saturday evening when I did not charge it. Neglected through the evening, I’m sure it was upset with me. My girls had an early Halloween party so I did not charge it that morning either. It was probably starving as I kept it warm and cozy in my vest pocket. On the way home from the party, my sister sent me a cute picture of the baby in her pumpkin costume. At a light, the iPhone mustered up the strength to show me the photo and then died in my hand.
That was the last moment I had with it. I draw a blank, a senior moment, a hectic 5 minutes of getting bags into the house.
When I finally had the time to think of recharging it, I went to my pocket and, alas, it wasn’t there.
No problem, I’m sure it is in my bag, I thought to myself. Nope.
Over the last couple of days, I have tried to retrace my steps, taking every corner of my house a part, and searching each corner of my Swagger Wagon, aka, Toyota Sienna.
The Catholic in me has prayed to St. Anthony, the patron sain of lost causes. My father and sister have even helped me search and they usually find things.
I have bribed my children with a $20 bill if they found it.
By the weekend, I will have to inevitably get a new phone. A mom of three must be reachable, especially when I rely on so many people to help me out with getting my children to and fro.
This is not the right time to be shelling out money on a new phone. Holidays around the corner and I am spending money on myself.
Fellow readers, any advice?
Have you ever lost a phone?
Should I just get a new phone and upgrade too?