I thought all was going well today. Baby went to bed on time tonight. Husband and I had no real squabbles. But then… I accidentally reformatted my SD card!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For those of you who don’t know what that means its less than or equal to erasing your most dear photographic memories that you deemed superfluous for social media and/or extraneous. Also known as – deleting every picture off your fucking SD card.
Without panic – because I rarely panic these days – I went straight to the computer to see if there was a way to undo this awful deed. (but really in my mind I was like fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck in a kind of sing-songy way.)
As it turns out, a lot of people make this incredibly easy and unfortunate mistake (aka I felt better knowing this fuckery happens to a lot of people). So my spirits were lifted! I soon downloaded some software and followed the prompts.
Skipping ahead a few hours, okay 6, 6 hours) and learning terms like “number of passes” and “deep diving” (no, I’m not talking dirty, you wish) I ended up at a very dark place. My computer now contained photos that Picasso himself would lift an eyebrow and scoff at. Most photos looked like a sad attempt at a photo collage with over- or underexposure and with some really weird tints.
Don’t get me wrong, I did recover some photos, but not the meaningful ones, not the irreplaceable monthly baby photos that I had yet to save to my computer. WHY. OH GOD WHYYYYYYYY DIDN’T I SAVE THEM!!?!?!?
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – buzzoff.