The Icon That’s Changed My Life. Sorta.

I am one of those people still plagued by dreams that I have a missed a semester’s worth of classes and can’t graduate from college the day before commencement takes place. I find this recurring nightmare ridiculous, given that I don’t use my degree for my profession, and I graduated almost 15 years ago.

I’ll let you in on a secret, in case you don’t know yet: Kindergarten is WAY MORE STRESSFUL than pre-school. There are bells that ring and tardys and folders being sent home with things that need a signature and after school activities that require a different pick up time and play dates that mean I have to remember to leave a booster seat and money that needs to be given for lunch and fund-raisers that I’m expected to participate in and the blue folder with all the stuff they did in class being sent home at the end of the week that needs a place because HOW CAN I THROW AWAY ONE THING THAT MY KINDERGARTENER DID? and did I mention the things that require signatures and forms to be filled out and the folders and the signatures? And in all of my 35 years I have never managed to keep a day-timer past January? Oh, and I almost forgot that every day, I have to remember to send a water bottle and each Monday I have to have his rest blanket cleaned and ready to go and every day I have to make sure that there is a uniform clean and somewhat unwrinkled. For this Type B, this all makes me want to go rock in a corner.

Thankfully, in this wonderful age of technology, I can finally combat this monster that has been on my back since I bought my first Trapper Keeper and promptly let it get lost in the bottom of my book bag.

The iPhone has kind of changed my life, in a good way. I was a little old school, not really feeling the need to make the leap into the age of cell phones and being on the radar all the time, but I must say, the calendar feature has saved my bacon on many occasions. I make a playdate? Tap-tap-tap…there it is, in my calendar, with reminders and alarms set to remind me. I’m supposed to pick Noel up later one day a week? Tap-a-tee-tap…there it is, with the weekly entry and the weekly alarm and reminder.

Granted, this device has a few superfluous apps that I might not need (but might come in handy, such as writing this post from it), but the ability to make me feel sort of sane and not like a complete tool, with just a tiny square calendar icon is cool. It won’t change the fact that when I arrive somewhere on time and on the right day I will probably have my hair up in my crazy lady bun and may or may not be in the clothes that I slept in, but I will be there. And that’s good enough for me.

About Laura

"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit." -e.e. cummings
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2 Responses to The Icon That’s Changed My Life. Sorta.

  1. Ann says:

    I agree about the iphone calendar and about the overwhelming keeping up of everything school and children. I like the list view, especially. I have to check it 1000 times a day even with two things on the agenda.

  2. I feel the same stress DAILY. And, for the record, I’ve forgotten water bottles, clean blankets (actually, I’ve sent them back unwashed, because that’s how I roll), I’ve lost one of those damn blue folders AND all this shit (like class parties and emails from uber organized moms) makes me crazy. I mean crazier. Oh hell, I’m really in trouble once people find out how not together I am.

    Oh well, at least I’ll have company.

    Great post!!!


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