I just wasted 30 minutes of my day trying to successfully install a clear screen protector on my phone.
(Sidebar: why do we get these cool sleek phones and then spend just as much money buying things to protect them? Gosh, I wish I was in the smart phone protection business.)
I made sure there was no dust in my vicinity, I washed my hands, the kids were in their rooms, nothing could go wrong…I was in the ZONE.
Just like Phelps, Strugg, Kerrigan, and all other Olympians who have gone before me, I was about to attempt the most important screen protector installation of my life.
And I botched it.
I immediately called Seth to let him know of our 911-esqe situation.
Mary: I AM ABOUT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK! I SCRATCHED UP THE SCREEN PROTECTOR ON MY PHONE AND THERE ARE AIR BUBBLES EVERYWHERE!
Seth: Wait, you scratched the screen on your phone?
Mary: NO I SCRATCHED THE SCREEN PROTECTOR AND I COULD.JUST.DIE. MY DAY IS RUINED.
Seth: But it’s just the screen protector?
Mary: THAT IS NOT THE POINT. I WANT TO STOMP AROUND AND GO OUTSIDE AND SCREAM BECAUSE I WAS IN THE ZONE AND I SCREWED IT UP ANYWAY.
Seth: Is this really an emergency?
Clearly it’s obvious that men don’t understand anything.
And the next time Jake’s Nutri-grain bar breaks in half on accident, I will be a little more sympathetic. Because now I know it truly is almost like the end of the world.
(Don’t even act like you didn’t already think I was crazy)