Good morning people! I am back from vacation and in every way it feels like some crazy dream that I drempt and like it never actually happened. The reason I know it happened is because I am not so slightly more puffy and squishy than I was a week ago and the gigantic bruise on my ass that I have from an ATV flip followed by my a super human herioc strength super save of my offspring. Note to self. Don’t let the 8 year old steer the 700 pound all terrain vehicle. Ever.
So, really. I have come to a realization, and I mean, it has been more glaring on a daily basis, that the reliance on my cell phone is OUT. OF. CONTROL. Yesterday, I worked all morning and then had a phone consult and then had to get my squishy ass into the shower because I had to then get that same ass into my car to drive to Stonehem and Boston for a couple of site visits with my incredible brides. Mangaged all of this with only having to referee one fight between the boys and was feeling good. About 15 minutes into my trip my hand did it’s usual instinctual phone grab, as a result of my unconscious screaming in a voice laced with separation anxiety panic that my hand ISN’T holding my phone, and I 100% morphed into Kevin’s mother in the movie Home Alone when she was on the plane and realized that she left her child at home all by himself. Screeching tires and squealing brakes..smoke from the burned rubber billowing around my car while my hands clutched not at my steering wheel but instead at my face as all of the truths of that exact moment sunk in. It was too late to turn around. I could not be reached by anyone caring for my children and I could not reach anyone. I could not check Facebook until I got home. Scramble would have to wait.
Horrifying.
I kid you not. I had to talk myself down off of a friggin ledge. I was BESIDE myself. The only thing I could equate it to was how it must feel if you are the poor astronaut schmuck that gets picked to fix something on the OUTSIDE of the spaceship while floating 100,000,000 miles above the surface of the earth in a place that is really dark, has no oxygen or gravity (which, while fun in theory, I think would get old pretty quick), and apparently, according to sources, goes on FOREVER, infinitaly and never ends. If that same schmuck accidentally got detached due to some user error on his part (because truthfully I question the intelligence of a soul that would EVER offer to a) go in space and b) opt to make himself a human helium balloon and float around without the protection of a sturdy metal space craft around them) and began to drift toward Heaven, while still alive, I imagine that his reaction would be quite similar to what was happening to me on route 3 yesterday afternoon. Out of touch, no way to get back IN touch, and out of control.
This is when I started to seriously consider my reliance on my phone. And deem it alarming.
What the hell did we all DO without them?? I think I was like 21 when I first got one. Not THAT long ago. Not as close as I wish it was but not like it was when I was in utero or anything. How did we all just live our lives and not TEXT?? HOW??!!??
Anyway, I made it to the hotel where I was meeting my second bride, conned my way into their business center was at least able to check my email once which helped with the uncontrollable twitching and I made it home just fine. And really, there was like 2 junk emails and 2 texts and that was all I missed. That was it.
Psycho.
Ok! Let’s get to some pictures since it has been awhile since I have shown you some. Tiffany is the mother of little Devin (and friends with one of my faves Nadia) and she and her sister in laws try and get their kids pictures done every couple of years or so. Such a good group of kids. And some fine American styling by the moms.
Thanks guys! It was great to meet you all! Happy 4th of July!
xo, Rachel
