Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Forest, The Trees and Freak Napalming Incidents

I've always been a worrier -- full of anxiety, ready to see that Parade of Horribles wherever I go.  My mom used to call me "Very Worried Walrus" after the Sweet Pickles book.  My list of worries is long-lived and long-limbed, like a giant tree, well, many trees to go with the many different, yet inter-related worries.  Or, maybe it's a web of webs.  I'm sure there's a metaphor in here somewhere.

My biggest worry changes from day-to-day, hour-to-hour, and minute-to-minute.  Here's the top few currently:

  1. I'm eating like there's no tomorrow; I'm going to gain back all this weight; I've gotta stop.
  2. R has had the never-ending daycare cold with alternating runny and stuffy nose and cough for 2 weeks.
  3. I need to make sure that I have my parents and JD's parents record a story or something for R so that he has something to remember them by when they pass.  (Not that this will happen soon, G-D forbid, I'm just worrying about it).  Really, this extends to all family members and friends cause you never know when they will die in some freak napalming incident.
  4. Need to write letters to R and a document detailing all I want for him and want for him to learn in the event of my early death in some freak napalming incident.
  5. The baby's clothes will never become clean and are horribly stained with spit-up.  (Deeper meaning: I am a horrible mother; This is a large section of the forest/web/whichever metaphor you prefer).
  6. I am neither able to iron nor light matches and what does this say about me as a person?
I do have faith, though.  Faith in myself; faith in G-D; faith that somehow I'll muddle through all of this.  I just think, somehow, this will all work itself out because it has to.  It may not end how I wish it, but there will be an end somewhere.

8 comments:

The Hopeful Elephant said...

Girlfriend...I'm with you! I worry that I'll get steamrolled by a bus and never tell my children how much I love them. it's bad.

In other news, there's this magical stuff (sold pretty much anywhere, but I order it online since I vehemently refuse to go to Wal Mart). It's called Totally Toddler. It gets out any stain. I would use an empty bucket..fill with water, and some totally toddler...then after each meal, I'd throw in bibs or dirty clothes...and this stuff magically repels stains. It's fantastic!

Jendeis said...

Ooh! Must try this!

Lollipop Goldstein said...

Thanks for #3. I hadn't worried about that yet, though now I've added it to my list (you know, because of freak napalming incidents).

~Jess said...

I'm always fighting stains....yea, worrying....I've got issues too.

Baby Smiling In Back Seat said...

I think you're using the wrong types of matches. I have much better luck with the matchbooks (folding the cover back over itself to grasp the match from both sides since it's flopsy) than with wooden matches, unless they're the huge fireplace wooden ones.

Though if you start lighting matches you might have a new set of worries... And ironing around little ones is full of worry potential. Maybe you're better off just accepting #6 for now? ;)

justine said...

Here from the Prompt-ly list!

Eating: check.
Bad mothering: check.
Ironing inability: check.

I am an anxious mess. I get through it one week at a time with yoga ... but Totally Toddler sounds magical!

Coffeegrljp said...

I totally worry about what will happen to the girls if/when something happens to me & hubby. There's a part of me that thinks not worrying about it is best since things have a tendency to work out and my micro-managing things from the grave (oh this is morbid I know!) might be counter-productive. However, I know that if we don't do this, our vision for our kids (in terms of opportunities that they are given) wouldn't be realized. It's a pickle!

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