Just Add It To the List of Dumb Things I've Done

I left my cell phone at work last night.  I knew that it would be dead by the time I got back in the morning, so I immediately put the charger into my purse.

Landon wanted to drive today, so he brought me to work.  Since I knew that meant that I would need to take the train home, I packed light to come to work.  Lunch. Shoes and socks so I could walk home from the Trax station.

I packed too light.  I forgot my purse. 
No work badge.  Security let me in and told me to come back later and get a temporary badge.  That's a pain, so I'm stuck on my floor till I am out of here for the day.
No work badge, no train ticket.  No way home.

No money or credit card. No way to buy a train ticket.


No phone charger.  No phone.  No way to contact Ashtyn to look for a ride home.

Poor "Information Please" Spencer.  His wife has no brain.

This Is a Test

This week my phone went wacko.  It would not send or receive text messages.  It was frustrating and annoying, because I knew my children at the very least were texting me.  It's what they do.  I got stuck on a slow-moving train on Thursday morning and was going to be late for work AND an 8:00 meeting, and I could not get hold of anyone to let them know.  (Dean!  Pick up your phone!)

I was going to call Sprint, but I'm never sure which password they have for us, so I was waiting till Spencer or Taylor was home at the same time I was.

Last night we went to Lolly's school production of Bye-Bye Birdie (adorable, BTW!).  I had turned the volume down, but the teacher in charge asked us to turn them OFF so they didn't interfere with the mics.  Here's my lameness (#1):  I didn't know how to power off my phone.  Landon had to show me how to do it.  (insert sheepish grin here)

After the play I turned my phone back on.  Guess what?  I received about 12 texts.  Yup, you guessed it.  Lameness (#2):  Turning the phone off and on fixed whatever the problem was.

What is the very first thing techs tell you to do when there's a problem?  Shut it down and start it back up.  *sigh*  I feel so stupid.

Here are my pent-up responses:

To Landon:  What movie are you watching in school?  Two days ago.
To Landon (again):  I'll be home as soon as I finish reading this chapter.  Two days ago.
To Ashtyn:  Yes, I called the attendance office and excused your absence.  Yesterday.
To Briana:  I was freaking out at 8:00, too.  Three days ago.
To Briana (again):  Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, Gary Indiana, let me say it once again.  Three days ago.
To Briana (yet again):  Persuasion.  Yesterday.
To Stacy:  Our kids should be there.  You know--two days ago.

Doh!

I spent 5.5 VERY productive hours at school today. 

But the last two of those hours were in vain.  Why? you ask.  Because I READ AND STUDIED AND MADE NOTES ON THE WRONG CHAPTERS.

Ugh.  I seriously hate being stupid.

Spencer reminded me that the only thing we take with us to the next life is intelligence.  I'm not sure if he was trying to encourage me by celebrating the things I "learned" during those two hours; or making fun of me, because if I have no intelligence here, I won't be taking ANYTHING with me to the next life.

Do you have to be smart to keep your family?  I'm just wondering...