Just when i thought i’d started to get over the debilitating and far-reaching condition known in the trenches as “mom brain,” i lost my cell phone.  My only phone.  My connection to the rest of the world. My source of sanity when i really really need a grown-up conversation and the non-grown-ups all around me are losing their cool.

Repeatedly, I called the phone from Brian’s, hoping to hear the ring and find it.  I thought Oliver had taken it somewhere, so I asked him if he knew where Mommy’s phone is.  “I take it to work,” he’d answered.  Where is your work?  I asked.  “Ummm, over dere,” pointing.  No phone dere.

It had been four days.  Four long, and sometimes slightly panicked days.  Then, when i’d almost given up hope and had begun dropping heavy hints to Brian that we should go phone shopping, there it was.  In the seat of the jogging stroller, hidden under baby toys and a hat.

First step:  finding phone.  Next:  recovering brain.