A few weeks ago I got off my ass and ordered a round of new cell phones for the house. My old ghetto phone worked but rarely felt so inclined to ring. One cell phone had a number but not a phone and the other took calls but didn’t transmit them. In the process I ended up getting a phone for the kids, a huge step and one that I didn’t really want to take. When the phones arrived, Loren and Cassidy were so giddy that they not only had an actual phone (Cass has been carrying around non-functioning cell phones for years just because she thinks they look so cool) but that it was cool looking and took pictures and played games.
That was all a few weeks ago. Today I decided to get off my ass yet again, because this mother gig so often requires that sort of crap, and do some laundry. The kids had just gotten home from a weekend with Matt so I gathered up the clothes and popped them in the washer with a feeling of I-Am-Mom-Hear-Me-Function-on-a-Higher-Level-Than-You. About 30 minutes later Loren came tearing down the stairs asking me where his jeans were. Upon hearing that I washed them his face fell.
“Well, they were filthy. And you didn’t even bother to put them in the hamper. Work on that, okay?” I replied with all the smugness I deserved. Loren then said, “My cell phone was in the pockets. Did you empty them?”
All my self-rightousness evaporated into the bile pool that wanted to erupt from my stomach. No, I didn’t empty the pockets. I did a quick check and felt nothing. But the new phone is like a milimeter thick, how was I to know he would leave his phone in there? We both ran to the washer, pulled out the wet pants and the phone tumbled out.
Yep. A full wash cycle. Not feeling so smug anymore. Nope. Not at all.
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I have a long standing rule (learned from my former mil when she pulled a frog from one of her son’s pockets). I don’t check pockets although I do feel through the material for anything large (usually).
The girls have learned the hard way to empty them. So did my boys.
I have turned an entire load of white clothes pink when a lipstick got in there somehow.
I have washed my atm card and driver’s license more than once when I’d just shoved them in a jeans pocket to run to the store. Did you know paper money will make it through a washer-dryer cycle intact?
Hope you had insurance on the cells although it’s gone up to a $45 deductible here.
That wasn’t anonymous, that was I.
Ann
Aw crap. I’ve done that…Sucks doesn’t it?
I know.
I’m sorry…Is it under warantee…Blame him. Tell the store he lost it or it got stolen…They should replace it, no?
I’ve actually done this before. Take the battery out of the phone and let the pieces dry out for a day or so. You can gently dry the battery compartment out. Then charge the phone, and hopefully it works again! Did for me.
I just read somewhere that you should leave the phone in a big bowl of dry rice for a few days – the rice absorbs all the moisture and everything goes back to normal. Here it is. Can’t hurt to try, right?
I have been the guilty-get-it-all-done mother that ran the son’s ipod through the wash.
It still doesn’t work.