I feel as though an appendage has been severed

I broke my camera. You know, that thing which is attached to me at all times because I know this time with my children is fleeting and need to capture every moment before it's gone. I feel lost without it. Look, Hannah's doing something new, I need a picture. Wait, it's broken. Heidi, did you really climb that all by yourself???? Let me grab the camera so we can show Daddy. Oh yeah, it broke. The kitchen is amazingly clean, I need to document this. What do you mean the camera's broken??? Karl will never believe me without photographic evidence (by the time he gets home, it'll be a mess again). Lost, really lost.
How did it break you ask? I can't blame it on anyone but myself. I was feeding the horses their grain, carrying the oat bucket in one hand and Hannah and the camera in the other. (If you're asking why I was carrying Hannah and the camera while feeding the horses, then you obviously aren't a mother of small children, and obviously have no idea how fanatical I am about taking pictures of them). Somehow, I dropped the camera. No big deal, I'll just pick it up again. As I went to do so, Hannah lurched and I almost dropped her. In an effort to hold on to her, I took a step - and came down right on the camera. No good. Some parts still work, others don't. I'm hoping I can figure out how to make it limp along as there's no room in the budget for a new one at the moment. And I feel lost without it. I have a few more pictures to share, but then I might have to actually begin to blog with words for awhile. We'll have to see how that goes.