I worry about the stupidest things. Everything. All the time. It's what
I do. Worry. I don't know if I inherited it or just decided to take on
at some early point in my life.
I worry about big things too. My son. My marriage. My work. My health.
But really, most of my day to day life is worrying about the stupid
stuff. Whether David took a nap. If I ate too much. If I have enough
creative talent. If my house is clean enough (it never is). Does my son
eat enough veggies.
This week I'm working from home cause David's school is closed. And
instead of enjoying my time with him and being thankful that I am
getting to spend this much of it, I decided to potty train him and be
frustrated about it 24-7. I worry we waited too long and he's already
3.5. I worry he won't ever learn. I worry I'll scar him and make him
have bigger issues. I worry. I worry. I worry.
And so I am stressed. And then I am tired. It's so incredibly stupid.
Instead I should be thankful my son is healthy enough for me to be able
to toilet train him. Thankful that I get to be home this week and can
take the opportunity and time to do it. Thankful that I was able to have
a child. Honestly. It sounds stupid like the "be happy you have arms and
legs" that moms always say but honestly, Karen, it's time to shape up.
This one is for me to remember how I'm feeling at this moment. How
thankful I am to be alive and to have a little boy that I get to
toilet train.
