Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Have cell phones ruined our peace of mind?

I have been thinking about this a lot today. Knowing that I can call Jesse and talk to him at any time of the day is a good thing, but it can go very, very wrong! Today I called him on his beloved cell phone at 10:00 AM. I do this every morning to see how his day is going and to just talk to him. Today, however, he didn't answer. Finding that odd I hung up and decided to try him again in a minute. I did some vacuuming, mopping, etc. and kept taking time out to call him-still no answer. Then I started to get nervous (which is a very easy thing for me to do). I called him over and over at least 20 times, then I decided to start texting him. All of my efforts failed, he never answered. So, in my mind he was dead and probably lying in the streets of South Jordan somewhere. I got that really sick feeling and starting picturing a police man coming to the door to inform me of the horrible news. (Yes, I do have an active imagination when I'm feeling anxiety). I started to make the kids lunch when the phone rang. HORRAY!!! It was Jesse. I answered the phone by saying, "Finally!", and just when I was going to start giving him the business he explained that last night Scott was playing with his phone and turned off all the ringers. Phew, he was still alive and all was well with the world. I often think about how awesome the 80's were, and how I wish we had movies and music now that were as great as they were then. This led me to realize that this is another way the 80's are better than today. Back then, I wouldn't be able to call him and freak myself out because cell phones weren't owned by everyone and their dog. I would just be blissfully ignorant thinking everything was fine!

On another note, my little Scooter has made some big strides in his mobility. He is 16 months old and is finally pulling up and standing everywhere he can. It's amazing! I was beginning to think he would never do it. Yesterday, I even found him standing up on the first stair totally freaked out cause he didn't know how to get up or back down. Ya-he might even start walking before he is 2!

2 comments:

Emily

Hey, I'm glad Henry isn't the only one who took his time to walking. He was 16 or 17 months before he did it, so no worries!

Laura Stringham

Scotty will get there, no worries. I also hate when I can't get in touch with Brent. It makes me crazy. I want him to always be there waiting by the phone, just in case I need to ask him something completely meaningless.