Where’s My Phone?

Do you ever wonder if you left your phone?   You get in your car, drive away, get about three blocks down the road—enough distance to not really want to turn around—and think, “did I forget my phone?”   In my mind this question is followed up with the following questions, “do I really need it?   I can’t manage without it…wait, could I just text on my iPad instead?”    These questions are, of course, silly because I’m only about two-and-a-half minutes away from the house, adding a full five minutes delay in my overall trip if I were to turn around right then to grab the phone.

While I ponder the need to time ratio of turning back to get the phone, other thoughts go through my head, “where did I leave it?   Did I take it off the cradle this morning or has it been there all along?  When was the last time I used it?”   About this time I decide to look for the phone in the usual locations.   These, in order of popularity include: my side pants pocket, the outside pocket of my purse, in my bra.  

Yeah, I know, that’s not cool, right?  You shouldn’t be storing your phone in your boobs, seriously, haven’t you heard that’s going to kill you?   Only by pretty much everyone who thinks that just because it’s in your boobs, you’re destined to get cancer and die, but in your pocket your leg muscles shield you from dangerous rays.    Anyway, I’m on a soapbox about irrational panic based on a ranking of body parts and their vulnerability.

Good grief, that was a serious tangent and one I apparently have strong feelings about.   Let’s get back to the point, which was where was my phone and did I leave it at home.     It’s about this time —real elapsed time 1.2 seconds later—that I realize I have only one thing I need to do and the searching will be over.    It’s the one thing I should have done the instant I had the question about the location of my phone—I should look at my watch.  

The watch knows if it’s near the phone—which is it’s tether to the Internet and other communication and functions.   If it can’t find the phone in Bluetooth proximity you get a little symbol letting you know, prominently on the face of the watch.   It’s okay, it just isn’t operating at it’s full, informational potential.

It’s been a year with my Apple Watch and I still haven’t remembered yet to look at the watch first before doing a mental and physical search for the phone.    Maybe next year I’ll have retrained myself.

The Big Boy Update:  My son was talking about something with his sister.   She made some comment (which I didn’t hear) to which my son responded with a heavy sigh, “Reese, you just don’t understand about life.”

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:   This morning in the car my daughter and son were asking for songs.   It was my daughter’s turn to pick next and she told me she wanted the cannonball song.   I asked her to tell me about the song and she said, “ugh, you don’t even know.  Sigh.”   My son jumped in at this point and calmly said, “she means Wrecking Ball.”   Oh, Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball…okay, coming up next, I told her.