Exciting news. Haha. Ivan ordered me a new phone the other day and it arrived yesterday. I am the type who might use the same iphone for eternity if it were not for the nudging of my husband. (I’ve said before- sometimes I don’t love change!) I generally adapt fully to whatever phone I’m using and cannot imagine why I would ever need a new one.
But, I guess there was some too-good-to-pass up trade in offer going on (I let Ivan deal will all of that stuff). Also, my old one’s battery life was kind of clunking out on me, too. The new phone is pretty! I like the midnight blue color. Excited about the nicer camera for our Maine trip pictures this summer, too.
Side story about phones: The kids were asking recently about what our phones used to be like, years ago. I told them how when I needed a new phone back in like, 2007 (after smartphones had come out), I distinctly remember standing in the store and saying to Ivan, while looking at some options, “I don’t know. I can’t imagine why I would ever need my email ON MY PHONE. I mean, I can just check it at home. I really don’t think I need one of those.”
🤯 Whoa! How the times have changed. Sometimes I really do long for the simplicity of the olden days, though. Leaving a note on the table, “Be back by 6!”, because once you left the house, you were unreachable. Crazy to even imagine, now.
A couple times this past week, I’ve ended up feeling a little guilty at bedtime. (The boys’ current bedtime is right about 9:30. I keep hearing everywhere how teens are simply wired to stay up a little bit later, but I’m not really a fan, because 9:30 encroaches greatly on my/ our alone time before my hopefully 10:30 (at the latest) bedtime. Many times we will head in to watch a show or go in the hot tub by 9 or so, letting them just read or watch a little TV on their own for a bit. Whenever we try for an earlier bedtime, they literally do not fall asleep earlier! They don’t wake up until after 7 though most days.)
But a few times this week, I had already climbed into bed (not to sleep, but with my book or show) while they were still up, brushing teeth, etc…. and once I’m down, I cannot get back up! The other night, Asher yelled, “Okay! Mom, come in!!” And I yelled back, “No!!!! I am not getting back up! I’m already lying down. Just go to sleep! Night! Love you!” And he protested a little bit…”Awww, come on….”…but I still didn’t go!!!
Hahaha. But, then I felt terrible. Because, how much longer will he even WANT his Mom to come tuck him in??! Probably not that much longer…sniff sniff….So, the last couple nights I made an extra point to get back up, go in and give those quick hugs and kisses, while they’ll have them. Those couple short minutes of connection/ very brief little chat do mean something to them, I think!
I am grateful that my husband deals with the phone contracts/ trade-ins/ pricing/ etc. I do enough other stuff and this is just not something I’m interested in taking on!