I am a basket case. I have always been an overly anxious mother. I taught at my youngest child's preschool (he's 22 now). When he started kindergarten, the teachers had a policy of no volunteers for the 1st 2 weeks so the children get used to being without their moms (and probably vice versa). I remember being unable to eat during these two weeks. It reminded me of how heartbroken I felt when my first crush was transferred to another state because of his job. My H says I have always jumped in and helped him at a moment's notice to the point of it being detrimental.

My son is now living out of his car on the other side of the country in a city without any family. His only lifeline is that he is working for a company where a good friend of my brother also works. For the sake of good order and discipline, he is not directly over my son but is looking out for him (not promotion wise--just someone he can call if he needs help). So on Friday, my son calls before work from another phone saying both his phone and car batteries are dead. He wants to call his immediate boss but did not remember the number. As I am fumbling on the phone (I was googling trying to see if I could order him a taxi via internet), he realizes that he has my brother's friend's phone number memorized and says that he is going to call him. Oh, and my son recently lost his wallet too. That is the last I heard from him. When I call, it immediately goes to his voicemail. Though I have expressed my concern about the situation, my brother has not found out any further information regarding my son yet. I have been getting very little sleep thinking about the situation. Last night--4 hours sleep. It was the same many other days this week because after talking to him Tuesday, I became concerned when we did not talk on the phone until Friday. This is what happens to me for a few days a week most weeks--and it has happened periodically for me for my entire life.