Where was Lucia?

I think my phone would divorce me if I didn't have to erase my text inbox at least 1x a week.
Dad laughed when I told him this a week ago. "You do get lots of text rings", he acknowledged.

I get it. For me it's much easier to text now that you are all either on a different time zone or busy with your babies and at your jobs.

So, yes, I get it.

And there's also that dynamic of "ask Mom?" if there's any question about anything. What would my days be like without these questions? If these stopped coming, I would barely recognize myself.

Early this morning, at 3:45 to be exact, I rec'd yet another text. I was startled out of a deep sleep. What the heck? That text tone sounded like a fire alarm, breaking through the silence of the night.

I struggled to reach the phone (thankfully always left on the same spot of my nightstand) and opened it to find a message from Martha:
"Lucia ok?"

What? Do I have Lucia here? Did I forget I had Lucia with me? Why did I have Lucia with me?

Wide awake, I checked the phone again. There it was. The text hadn't gone anywhere, "Lucia ok?" The time? 3:45 am.

I don't want my phone to divorce me. I don't want to ask for less texts...if you need me.

But, honestly! Keep track of your babies!