4:00 a.m. woke up, made coffee, fed the heathens
4:10 a.m. realized the heathens were out of water so I filled the pitcher, walked over to the water bowl lifted the lid on the garbage can and started to pour it in there........
4:45 a.m. done getting ready for work, grab phone next to bed, grab lunchtime knitting, grab the heathens (who always go back to bed without a care after their early morning feeding) toss them outside one more time, pack lunch, pack birthday gift for my knitting friend/co-worker, toss everything in my bag, put the heathens back upstairs, grab knitting bag/purse, lunch bag, and coffee and out the door I go.
5:30 a.m. get to work, remove items from bag and realize that my phone, MY PHONE is not in my bag............(i know this because i dumped the whole thing, the whole thing, out on my desk and while I have four mascara's and a bunny cake flavored lip balm in there, no phone)
horrified
p.s. let me just point out that 9 years ago my life didn't revolve around my cell phone. Now, thanks to the wonderful world of smart phones being separated is enough to cause you to pop a xanax and hope the day goes fast so you can be reunited.
p.p.s This feeling does not apply to my mother who if you asked would not be able to tell you exactly where her phone is at any given moment.
4:10 a.m. realized the heathens were out of water so I filled the pitcher, walked over to the water bowl lifted the lid on the garbage can and started to pour it in there........
4:45 a.m. done getting ready for work, grab phone next to bed, grab lunchtime knitting, grab the heathens (who always go back to bed without a care after their early morning feeding) toss them outside one more time, pack lunch, pack birthday gift for my knitting friend/co-worker, toss everything in my bag, put the heathens back upstairs, grab knitting bag/purse, lunch bag, and coffee and out the door I go.
5:30 a.m. get to work, remove items from bag and realize that my phone, MY PHONE is not in my bag............(i know this because i dumped the whole thing, the whole thing, out on my desk and while I have four mascara's and a bunny cake flavored lip balm in there, no phone)
horrified
p.s. let me just point out that 9 years ago my life didn't revolve around my cell phone. Now, thanks to the wonderful world of smart phones being separated is enough to cause you to pop a xanax and hope the day goes fast so you can be reunited.
p.p.s This feeling does not apply to my mother who if you asked would not be able to tell you exactly where her phone is at any given moment.
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