A Morning Short Story Only A Woman Can Understand

A Morning Nightmare
The rain fell heavily outside as she picked up her phone to call her husband.  He had left for work thirty minutes before at five.  She had forgotten to tell him something before he left the house and it was something he needed to know.
Her husband’s phone rang until his voice mail picked it up.  Well she wasn’t too concerned, he just hadn’t made it to work yet due to the heavy rain.  There had been five inches to fall in the past twenty four hours so he had probably had to dodge a few places.
At six he hadn’t called her back and that was unlike him.  Usually he answered his phone for her when he was driving but she had understood that things were different this morning but still he surely should be at work by now.  She had been watching the news and there weren’t many wrecks on the roads, which was unusual for where they lived, but there were a few but there hadn’t been none on her husband’s route to work.
She picked up her phone and called him again and again his voice mail picked up.  OK now she was worried.  She dialed his number again walking through the house to see if maybe he left his phone somewhere in the house, he did do that on occasion.  She heard nothing to indicate the phone was in the house.  The time was now six fifteen.  Her level of anxiety had gone up considerably.  Where could he be?
At this moment she was kicking herself for not ever having put his work number in her phone.  He carried a work cellphone along with his personal but she had never really needed that number to contact him so she hadn’t bother to put it in her phone.  God how often had he tried to tell her to save that damn number?  Maybe she did and just forgot.  She scrolled through her contacts under his name but no she hadn’t bothered to ever save it.  Damn she was stupid.  Wait there was his work email address.  She had taken the damn time to save that and not the number, she wasn’t just stupid she was an idiot.  Taking a chance she sends him an email at his work and tried to decide what to do from there.  It was now six thirty.
She knew he had to make one stop not far from the house but it was someplace that worried her at that time in the morning because of its isolation.  There was nothing for her to do but get dressed and head over there and check to see if he was hurt.  She probably dressed faster than she had ever had before.  Tying the shoestring on the second shoe her phone rang.  Oh thank God it is him.
“Hello Sweetheart, sorry I left my phone in the truck and didn’t realize it until I got your email.”
His other phone number is now in her phone.

This was my morning everyone.  Still trying to calm down.