Do you all worry like CRAZY? I really am starting to wonder how much of this ir normal and how much is me being mental. As soon as my kid gets sick, I instantly think the absolute worst. If they are with DH (who I trust, so I dont know what my problem is) I envision all these horrible scenarios that could happen. Am Ijust a control freak? Do I need medication? Is it going to be like this forever? I have actually worked myself up into tears over something that was *purely in my imagination* ...
Here is an example from a long time ago. When DS was first born, DH took him to the grocery store. no big deal, right? I just wanted 20 minutes to take a shower etc. So anyway, they leave. Suddenly I envision him leaving DS (who is sleeping in the bucket seat) in the car because he isnt used to having him with him and you hear about those sorts of things. And we lived in S. Florida and it was HOT. So then I was all freaked out so I tried to call DH on his cell. Naturally he left it home. Then I decide to drive down to the grocery store in DH's car, only to discover that he took both sets of keys with him. At that point I was a complete wreck and had my hand on the phone to call the grocery store to have him paged, when he pulled up in front and all was just fine. I am a nutcase.
WTH? (Oh its not hormones either - I am always like this)
Here is an example from a long time ago. When DS was first born, DH took him to the grocery store. no big deal, right? I just wanted 20 minutes to take a shower etc. So anyway, they leave. Suddenly I envision him leaving DS (who is sleeping in the bucket seat) in the car because he isnt used to having him with him and you hear about those sorts of things. And we lived in S. Florida and it was HOT. So then I was all freaked out so I tried to call DH on his cell. Naturally he left it home. Then I decide to drive down to the grocery store in DH's car, only to discover that he took both sets of keys with him. At that point I was a complete wreck and had my hand on the phone to call the grocery store to have him paged, when he pulled up in front and all was just fine. I am a nutcase.
WTH? (Oh its not hormones either - I am always like this)




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