Sunday morning started off fine. It had been a nice, lazy weekend taking care of my sick, pneumonia infested baby. I knew the night before that I needed to make a trip to the donut shop in the morning and I was going to make it happen.
Of course Sick Baby Boy had to come along for the ride so I walked outside to put the carseat in the car and shoved my phone in my hoodie pocket. As I was fighting with the stupid clicky things that I can NEVER seem to lock in place, my phone slipped from my pocket and crash landed face down on the concrete.
My. brand. new. iPhone.
I’m somewhat lucky that it still works just as fine as it did before but the front screen is cracked in about 100 places. To repair it is more than what I paid for it just one week ago.
But it gets better. Just wait.
Then, as I’m driving to the donut shop and my eyes are wet with tears and I’m internally screaming at myself, “How could you be so stupid! You’ve only had that phone five days!” I see a police SUV flip a u-turn. After he made me sign on a thick, manilla paper I drove off and called my husband, sobbing, apologizing.
Sher Bailey is a writer in the Midwest who believes the power of humor, Mod Podge, and grandkids can fix most problems in life. You can find her at SherBailey.com.
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