Am I a disaster zone?

While talking to the agent about my phone interview, I had to confess that I was using my son's borrowed phone because mine was stolen, and becasue we had lost the receiver from our cordless landline.  I then said I was off work becasue my other son had been in hospital.  And hen had to talk about my mother's death.  At thsi point I started laughing, which must ahve sounded really inappropriate, but I had suddenly realised what a disaster zone my life must have appeared to be.