I LOST MY PHONE...

...and it unhinged me.

It was Tuesday, sort of middle of the week in the ongoing struggle of looking for work, keeping it all together, the usual assortment of stresses, and the phone took me down.

I knew I had used it just the night before, and I knew I had not put it on the charger overnight. The phone is nearly 2 years old, starting to have troubles, but still very serviceable.

I tore the kitchen and my office apart...I drove David insane with it, then I cried. It became the flashpoint for all of the veneer cracking around my jelly of a day. Finally, David said, " Enough, we are getting you a new phone.."

And, so we did.

When C came home from school, she went upstairs and came down with the old phone in her hands...and after a lot of backpedaling and intense re-shuffling of history, accompanied by tears, we learned that she had stashed it in such an out of the way place...Houdini could have been using it. Like all people, she just put it there on her way to another thing.

When she realized I was not going to ground her for the rest of her life, or drive the car over her bike....we both had another big cry (my second of the day).

How could a hone do this to me...it was more about my own responses...my own so very thin skin of confidence in these days.

David called it an opportunity to upgrade my phone....and he is right. So forever shall it be.

I DID LOSE MY PHONE

IT DID NOT WANT TO BE FOUND

AND SO A NEW ONE.

CONFUSION AND TEARS

THEN CLARITY ABOUNDS

WRITE A CHECK AND DROID

THIS SHELL IS SO THIN

UNDERNEATH JELLY AND MOOSH

GOTTA BE CAREFUL.