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:
- I'm eating like there's no tomorrow; I'm going to gain back all this weight; I've gotta stop.
- R has had the never-ending daycare cold with alternating runny and stuffy nose and cough for 2 weeks.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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).
- I am neither able to iron nor light matches and what does this say about me as a person?