How did it happen that both of our cars were broken into this morning, that my husband continued to change the oil while the police dispatcher referred me to an online crime reporting tool. Everything seemed normal. Nothing was stolen, only rummaged through, because there wasn’t anything to steal. My husband and I disagreed on whether we should have locked the cars or not. I’m sure they would have broken the windows to find… nothing. Rule of thumb I learned from the streets- if there’s nothing to steal, better to leave the doors open.
I didn’t have time to clean up the mess and drove Polina to daycare with the contents of the glove box still on the passenger seat. I dropped her off and drove home to finish my homework assignment due today. (If I don’t write as often, it’s because I’m in a 16 week program in the Founder Institute.) One minute it’s 1:20 pm, the next time I lift my head, it’s 1:45 and I’m already late picking her up at 2.
2:10 pm I pick her up and drive to Verizon to buy a smartphone for the very first time. I hate these things. I’m perfectly content with my flip phone. But for the Founder Institute, it was a course requirement. It took about 15 minutes to choose one and what seemed like a half hour to get it activated. I came home, fed Polina, and entered my new number into the Founder Institute website as she ate. After Polina ate, I tucked her in for a nap and she slept for 2 hours. I finished my assignment and started learning about the phone,
Did I say I hate these things? I was told to download WhatsApp. I had to sign into Google Play and give my name, dob, cell number, but I denied access to my contacts. With WhatsApp I wasn’t so lucky. I couldn’t find my group. Perhaps giving them access to my contacts was the problem? Then I learned through a query online that someone picks you, you don’t pick them. I spent at least one frustrating hour trying to figure out the app before I found this.
Polina wakes up and plays beside me. Instead of playing with her, I’m fiddling with my phone for my assignment, something I told myself I didn’t want to do. I can’t stand these things. No, it’s not a love-hate relationship; it’s a hate-hate relationship. Let’s just put a halt to all of this. We don’t have to be fossils or Androids. We can just be humans.
How did it happen that our cars were broken into this morning and it seems perfectly normal now. Could it be that this was the second time our car was broken into and that our home was broken into two years ago? I accept that there is crime in our area. At this point, I’m like one of the guys that said his condo building is broken into 10 times/year. What can you do, eh?
What are we becoming? I don’t want to be a slave to the life. I want to be close to my daughter and husband and for all of us to be happy and stress-free. What a life that would be.