Bad Luck

So I wouldn't say that I have a lot of bad luck or anything like that. But today was one of those days where I was feeling less than patient and my nieces, the cutie pies that they are, were sort of making me a little bit (a lot) insane. Lots of just childhood-ness and whatnot.

But my sister-in-law needed some help, and so I took the three youngest to Chick-fil-a for some ice cream, a little face painting, and some time in the play place. And then it happened. The youngest is learning to go on the big girl potty. She's doing great, but of course you have to take her when she needs to go. And it's usually a good idea to take her more than once when you are in a public place. Because accidents in a public play place are bad news. All the kids have to get out while the poor staff at the Chick-fil-a have to scrub the thing down. And then you are that person...the person with the kid who peed all over the play place. I so don't want to be that person.

So I took her for her second trip in thirty minutes or less, and while I was bending over to pick up the keys that fell out of my purse, my iphone went plop...right into the toilet.

I was horrified.

But instincts being what they are, I quickly grabbed the phone without thinking about the fact that my little niece had just "twinkled" (her word for peeing) in said toilet. Oh my nastiness. I hastened her out of the stall, and over to the sink where I quickly proceeded to wash both of our hands vigorously. And then I slathered down my phone with some hand sanitizer...a thick coating mind you, all for good measure.

Ugh.

And at first all seemed fine. But then, the phone started freaking out, and coming on and going off. Finally it was done. It was not turning back on, and I thought for sure this it. My iphone is dead. Me without a job...having to replace my precious.

Ugh and double ugh.

So I tried not to freak out about it. I mean, that just made my bad day worse, but really, what do I have to complain about when I'm jobless but still have an iphone? So I calmed myself down on the way home. And once I was in the house, I did a Google search on what to do. I took the sim card out and put the phone in a bag of rice. It now turns on of it's own volition. Not sure what that means, but I keep turning it off because rumor has it it should stay off and in the bag of rice for three days or more. And that is what I am doing.

Because maybe if I am patient and maybe if I don't wig out and cry and whine about it, maybe, just maybe, it will be my good karma that I won't have to replace it. Pretty please, I pray I pray!