there are those that may find this hard to believe but I really do not like being a worrier. I wish I could just sit back and think Que Serra Serra and smile sweetly just like Doris Day. But alas it is not to be. I can find a million things to worry about on any given day. For instance, the kids are going to stay with my parents for the weekend. I was all excited, doing my no kids happy dance around the kitchen and then it hit me. Oh My Gosh, my children will be without my guiding light to see them through each day :-)
It's not like I don't think my parents will do a good job of watching them, I know they will, but really, they don't know my kids like I do. I mean what if they fall in the pond or get tangled up in the hammock or pack a knapsack, climb out the bedroom window and join the traveling circus to work as tight rope walkers? It could happen. Although as soon as I have relinquished control I will be fine. Most of the worries will dissipate. Life will go on. It's that anticipation thing. I'm terrible at that (do you notice a reoccurring theme here? And no I DO NOT have control issues - really I don't just ask anyone). As long as I can get through the rest of the week without thinking up new worst case scenarios I'll be good. So I'm hoping I don't get any chain emails threatening death and destruction if I don't forward to 58 of my closest friends or news clips of someone drowning on dry land 24 hours after being in a swimming pool or the most current traveling circus schedule. I'm trying to cut back on this worrying thing!
TTFN...
1 comment:
I can't get past the part that you don't have control issues! :) I'm just kidding. Just think of the memories that they will have of their summers at Grandma & Grandpa's house.
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