Fret, fret, bother, bother, sigh, fidget.
Here I am. worrying. What? No nothing special, or unusual.
I seem to be going through a little phase of self-discovery, or navel gazing because it’s less effort than digging the next-size-up car seat out from under the stairs.
In any case, I realise I spend a lot of internal dialogue time worrying about stuff – almost all of which is pointless.
Here’s the current list.
I worry that my Green Cone won’t, in fact, eat any of the waste I’ve been diligently tipping into it and I wonder what I can do to hurry it up.
I worry that someone will spot one of the errant hairs that grows out of my chin before I can tweeze it into submission.
I worry that people I meet will find me boring and compare notes about my dullness yet still talk to me out of politeness.
I worry the baby has been sick down my back and I haven’t noticed and that I have a general milky puke whiff about me.
I worry that they’ll cancel the school bus and therefore all my plans for the next six months will collapse.
I worry that when I meet anyone in connection with Boy One and his Asperger’s, they look at me to see if I’m the parent who has it too.
I worry that I am the parent who has it too.
I worry that the wheels will totally fall off the child-care wagon on the day I have something important to do.
I worry that Boy Three will get dehydrated (none of my children ever has done so far).
I worry that the ceiling will fall down due to the leaks.
I worry that I’ll forget something really significant – like a child. (Several times I have actually stopped the car to check there’s someone in the baby seat.)
I worry that I’m really not very good at writing but no one has the heart to tell me (not fishing, just completing the list)
So, there you have today’s inhabitants of my ever-changing but always-there list of nagging concerns.
Have you got niggly fears you just can’t shake off?
Milton says
Ok, if I had some money, I'd send you off on holiday.
Ya worry too much. I think you're a great Mom and a great person.
Milt and his owner J xxx
PS We love your blogs.
Slummy Single Mummy says
“I worry that people I meet will find me boring and compare notes about my dullness yet still talk to me out of politeness” – behind everything I do this thought nags away.
I worry that at some point someone will suss me out, realise I'm actually untalented/inefficient/boring and then tell everyone else.
It's great to know I'm not the only one who worries about things like this. x
Anonymous says
isn't worrying by definition a pointless waste of time and energy? I didn't used to worry about much. Now i worry about most baby related stuff… Oh, and that the sky will fall in, chicken licken. You're doing good… And making the rest of up feel better too. Ss x
It's a Mummys Life says
I worry I'm basically a really shit mother and that I am currently neglecting my baby in favour of my toddler. I too worry about that chin hair. Why does it keep coming back??
It's normal to worry, we all do it it's what keeps us checking that we're doing the best we can. Being a mum is bloody hard work. You are doing brilliantly .
Anonymous says
You've set yourself up for a lot of well-meaning, but possible unwanted advice there, so here's my selection, whether you like it or not!
1. a yoga class
2. 'A day of worry is more exhausting than a day of work (Sir John Lubbock)
3. 'It makes no sense to worry about things you have no control over because there is nothing you can do about them, and why worry about the things you do control? The activity of worrying keeps you immobilized. (Dr. Wayne Dyer – whoever he is)
4. God, grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, the courage to change the things that I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
You have a lot on your plate, and you're doing a great job. I agree with Debbie, you have loads of people who love you and don't think you are remotely boring!
Mxx
Anonymous says
You dull, whingy, puke stink-riddled hairy bugger, and I should know.
Anonymous says
You dull, whingy, puke stink-riddled hairy bugger, and I should know.
TimeOutTogether says
You are definitely not alone! I was nodding along while I was reading that. Motherhood is really when a lifetime of worrying starts.
It's a Mummys Life says
I have linked to you off my blog. You need encouragement! x
Ellen Arnison says
J and M, Thanks – as it happens the Panther has managed to sort us out a trip to Turkey this summer. Hurrah! Last year we managed four days in Fife. x
SSM, You don't sound in the least bit untalented, inefficient or boring. Let's say “shuaddup” to the internal voices!
Thanks D, The tweezers are over there. x
Ss, cross your fingers it keeps the sky up better. x
IAML, I'll bet you're doing a fab job with baby and toddler. You're right it's a tough job. And thanks v much for the link. x
Mum, thanks. I didn't mean to sound as neurotic as that. Lovely thoughts I've copied them somewhere I see them all the time. x
Panther, you say the sweetest things hon… twice x
TOT, yup it never stops. x
Anonymous says
When I said dull, whingy, puke stink-riddled hairy bugger, I meant in a nice way. A kind of lovely, beautiful dull, whingy, puke stink-riddled hairy bugger. Oh and anyway, you're my lovely, beautiful dull, whingy, puke stink-riddled hairy bugger.
Isa Kaufmann says
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EmmaK says
I don't know why but I always I worry if I get to the last tin of beans or last carrot or last bag of sugar. If I haven't got everything in surplus in the pantry/fridge I get in a tetchy wierd mood – and its not like I was brought up in a starvation situation. Other than that my niggly worries are much the same as yours!
Ellen Arnison says
EmmaK, I recognise the food thing. I think it might have something to do with being brought up by parents who grew up in the war/rationing years.