We bought a house on Friday. Hooray. Well, technically, we bought a house. We signed the papers and paid the lawyer A LOT of money and now I have a piece of paper saying that we own the house. We do not have keys and we have not moved in because we are renting the space to the owners until next Friday…
Last week, on my way to DC for a work meeting my phone died. It just decided that it was time, that life as an iphone was just not worth living anymore. I was listening to music and flipping through some form of social media when it just…well it just died. The battery was good, it showed no signs of having any trouble, I didn’t drop it or cause any other trauma, just spontaneous failure to operate.
When I finally managed to get an appointment that was at a reasonable (not working hours) time frame at the apple store, it was Saturday. They replaced the phone because their technical “genius” response was “huh, I guess it just died”. Thanks.
Along with my now dead phone, died three posts worth of photos. I have more or less made peace with that, I guess, not really, but whatever. Life is as what it is in our world of technological reliance. Incidentally I have maniacally hit the save button on this post at least 20 times so far, because electronics man, you never know!
Also happening last week, Ike has managed to lose three shoes. Not three pairs, three shoes. By the way, Ike owns 4 pairs of shoes, and one pair of rain boots that are so big that they fall off when he walks. That left one pair of lace up Adidas as safe footwear. At Ike’s montessori school, they encourage independent care of self, which includes getting oneself undressed in the morning and removing one’s shoes. Therefore they encourage shoes that children can remove and put on, on their own. Translation? Velcro not laces!
Toddler shoes do not come cheap, especially when you consider they only wear a given size for about three months. Saturday morning I was determined to find Ike’s missing shoes. When he wants to go outside he generally brings me one of his shoes, to get his point across, so the pairs are often separated. I figured the others had to be around somewhere, likely under the couch with all the millions of little plastic balls.
I searched and cleaned and rearranged the furniture downstairs and upstairs in the bedrooms for about 4 hours. I found these all of these shoes downstairs. None of Ike’s lost shoes were anywhere to be found.
Sunday I caught Ike putting his T-shirt into the garbage, so I have an idea of where the shoes may have ended up.
By noon Ike and I were in Target in search of some decently priced, non-lace up, extra wide (marshmellow feet), Montessori-approved shoes.
Well folks, there you have it. 500 words on missing shoes and a broken phone, that about sums up my week.