The worry war.
Apparently it’s turned into Worry War III here on Blendra.
I worry about people not liking me. I worry about looking stupid. I worry about annoying people. I worry about making people mad. I worry about making people sad. I worry about offending people. I worry.
The good news is I rarely worry I’m going to die.That worry is left to my immediate family.
I worry my kids are going to die all the time. I worry my husband is going to die some of the time. I worry my parents are going to die every now and then. I worry my sisters are going to die when I’m not worried about anyone else dying. I worry.
I’ve decided this is all normal. Everyone worries. Just maybe not quite like me. (;
Yesterday, I was mowing the lawn. It’s a big lawn. The kids were outside with me, playing on the swing set. There’s a small part of the yard I have to mow that puts the kids out of my sight for like a minute (seems like 20 minutes). Every strip I would glance to the swing set as soon as it came into view. After the fourth strip back I noticed Maddox wasn’t there. I yelled to Maya, “where’s Maddox?” She calmly responds, “He just went to the gate.”
Oh shit. I left the gate opened. Preston isn’t home yet. He’ll get home just as soon as Maddox turns the corner and he’ll run over Maddox. He won’t see him. It will be my fault.
I didn’t actually say that stuff out loud. I just thought it, as I ran from the far side of the house to the gate, yelling, “Maddox!”
He was standing there, right by the opened gate, smiling, “Wut Mommy? Wut?”
I patted him on the head, shut the gate and said, “Buddy, you can’t go up front without Mommy. Okay.”
You’ll be happy to know, every time I worry I learn something. This particular time I learned:
A: Shut the gate.
B: Calm the eff down.
No promises to B.