As some of you know the Grumpy One is currently working in Toowoomba and we have been having communication issues as he cannot always get network coverage. This has been an ongoing issue for some time, particularly in this area, but as he was reluctant to take on the phone company we had to put up with it until of course, He could take it no longer and suddenly, sprang into action this week.
Tuesday night we received a phone call from one elated and proud fellow, full of awe and wonder at his own greatness for not only taking on the phone company and having them release us from our contract but also getting a glorious new contract with new provider complete with new I-phones, 4S of course. The new phones are due to arrive in a couple of days and we simply have to return the old ones by post, this seemed simple enough so after several “well done” and “gee your amazing” later we hung up on one proudly pumped up fellow who I am sure fell into deep and wonderful slumber full of the knowledge that he had done a fantastically wonderful deed.
On Wednesday night he rang to tell me, although I’d probably all ready discovered, I no phone coverage. What, WHAT!!! No I hadn’t realised and why Why WHY?!! it’s the first day of school tomorrow and how was I supposed to go without a phone? I have no idea of what was said, something about this was the only way, he had done his best, sim card, postage, blah, blah, blah. He failed to see the significance of what I was being asked to give up and why I was practically falling apart. “Which bit about it’s the First Day Of School Tomorrow are you not getting!, Why now of all days???
I had every detail worked out in my head. 1st step to take as many photos as humanly possible, 2nd text them to family and friends, 3rd text GFs and send hugs and hoped to receive them back, 4th phone mum for condolence call and possibly get invite for coffee and hug, 5th, text Zee to coordinate bus collection etc. I could feel the life force draining from me, the room began to spin and go dark, the children seemed to be dancing slowly around me, I wasnt sure I was hearing right. I cannot live without my phone, I can’t breathe and then suddenly I remembered “I sold something on eBay, how are they supposed to contact me?”
I may have become slightly addicted to my phone but it wasn’t just some ordinary day we were talking about it was an important day, it was the first day back at school, it was my baby’s first day of school EVER!. What if the children needed me, what if the school needed me, what if I needed them? what if some major catastrophe erupted? what if I needed my mum? My phone makes me feel connected, just knowing its there makes me feel secure. Its my grown up version of Ruggy.
The Grumpy One by this stage was completely disillusioned and deflated and was obviously quite perplexed at how his brilliant and selfless act had turned into a complete and diabolical nightmare, trying to maintain some composure but relatively jacked off he told me that apparently all was not lost and I just needed to go to the local phone store and collect new sim card. Ok, I relaxed, we are now talking a few hours, I can do this.
The big day arrives and after dropping the children off at their relevant schools and getting a big smile and wave from the Munchkin with not a tear or dropped lip in sight, I went off in search of sim card, desperately trying to hold off the tears until I was safely out of sight. Fall they did, my baby was finally at school, after agonising for the past 12 months about whether he was ready or not it had arrived and he was excited and eager to be part of the world .
Having gained some composure I arrived at the store to be told that getting a new sim card wasnt going to be that simple because the phone was locked to the old provider and it could take up to 48 hours for it to be unlocked by which time the new phones would arrive, well hopefully. So I was now facing not one day but possibly 4 maybe 5 days without my phone it was all getting a little much. How on earth did they cope in the old days and why does everything end up being so dam complicated??
Miraculously I actually survived the day as did the children. There were no frantic messages on the machine when I arrived home, no emergency calls received while I was there. I managed to collect the Munchkin and collect Zee from the bus stop with no texting or calling reminding him where I was going to be. They both had a great day and remarkably Zee isn’t missing his phone at all.
So like any real addict I am missing my phone but I have proven to myself that it wont kill me without it. The world will still turn without me and the children are where they are meant to be, with other adults who have access to technology. I remind myself that if any impending doom was likely to occur then it will eventually reach me and if I want to know anything I can just go online, although the idea of being blissful unaware is actually rather appealing.
When you think about it, it really wasnt a big deal at all and I’m not sure why the Grumpy One even got upset about it in the first place 😉