When Your Cell Phone Dies...

You never realize how much you depend on those silly things until they don’t work. Actually mine isn’t dead. My cell provider is “experiencing an outage in my area.” The chat representative online can’t tell me when service will be restored either.

I’m not really complaining. I don’t mind how quiet it gets at home sometimes. The kids are old enough now to keep themselves occupied during the evening hours  if they’re home, and quite frankly, I feel a little less “needed” as they’ve grown. I’ve encouraged their independence; so if anyone is to blame in all of that, it’s me. I never wanted my children to grow up feeling as if they had to depend on another person to help them make their way in life. The only person we should ever truly be dependent on is Jesus.

So, why is it that now when my phone is on the fritz that I’m feeling a little more isolated than normal?

I have plenty to do. Between getting started on Etsy (announcement coming later this month), crocheting, writing freelance for a couple of websites, working full-time, being a mom & a wife…well, you’d think I’d feel plenty needed & I’d crave more isolation just to keep some of the chaos at bay. I guess most of the time I do crave that isolation and feel comfortable with the silence – or just the background noise of a movie I’ve seen more times than I care to count (The Mummy Returns is currently playing on my DVR.)

Mostly what’s bothering me tonight is the feeling that if I wanted to communicate with someone, my options are limited. Can’t find the home phone - again – we keep losing it since no one ever calls the plain old landline anymore – and since we lost it, the battery is shot & I can’t even page it. I don’t chat much online either. Something about all that typing & waiting to get a response makes it feel too stilted to me. I know my kids are much more comfortable with electronic “talk” than I am, so they think it’s silly to actually use a phone for talking…I’m so last week – or maybe last century – as my daughter would tell me.

So, I sit in the silence & wait for the service to come back on. Maybe I’ll go to bed early. Maybe I’ll check out Facebook.

Maybe I’ll just wait for the phone to ring.

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