It was Saturday, I had my lists of errands to run while DH watched the boys. I headed out, happy as a clam. I get almost half my errands done. I am in Walmart looking at shoes for B. and realize I don’t know his size. I get out my trusty cell phone to call home. It is DEAD, not low battery, but DEAD.
I freak. I have a mom due with baby #7. Probably won’t be a long birth. I ask if there is a pay phone anywhere (do those still exist?) They do. I have no change. I decide to drive home and get my DH’s cell phone to finish the errands. I hurry home, there have been no calls. I get his phone and finish my shopping.
I need to ALWAYS make sure my phone is charged each night. Hopefully that is the last time THAT will happen.
This is just so much like me. I have lots of phone paranoia. However When I started midwifery I carried a pager. When it went off I had to find a pay phone to reply. I didn’t ever miss a birth.