It’s hour 10 of the iPhone release day. I haven’t dared to leave the house or even take a shower. I pee with the door open (admittedly I do that anyway- with 3 kids under 5 it’s a matter of survival.) I’m waiting as the minutes and hours tick by. The anticipation of hearing that knock on the door- knowing a smiling FedEx delivery person will be there to greet me- ever increasing.

I am a dutiful wife. I wait not for my own iPhone 5- but for my husband’s. It’s a responsibility I am proud to take on. It’s not like I had plans today or errands to run or chocolate to stock up on. I’m relegated to online window shopping, denied the satisfaction of wandering the aisles of stores.

You owe me one, Babe.

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