I worry. I know all parents and most adults worry but I need to work on how much I worry. I occupy precious brain space with worry. But no one else is around to worry about my stuff or my kid's stuff.
I have picked up some anxiety about things that I never used to think about. I blame the internet. I worry about all those horrible images we get sent in emails and on Facebook. They warn us of attackers waiting by random babyseats on the side of the road, or tell us not to smell a perfume in the Walmart parking lot. I worry I'll open an email and wipe out my whole computer. That I'll leave my cell phone charging too long and a fire will start. I gotta stop reading that crap.
Some new worries come from being older and trying to conserve my physical self so I'm not a burden on my children. Why do I care if I'm a burden on them later in their lives? They are a burden on me nearly every day (I say jokingly) so it's only fair I pay them back in full. But nonetheless, I brush my teeth twice a day AND floss and use expensive facecreams and take glucosimine chondroitin for my joints to be fluid and smooth recommended by my chiropractor. I try to eat right and keep my weight down and take my cancer hormones so I don't get cancer in the other breast. I drink tons of water and take vitamins and supplements for everthing. I'm making my kids into worryworts forcing them to worry about this same stuff, but I guess that's good for their future kids.
New worries that have begun are sort of obsessions I've developed in recent years that I can't explain. Wasteful behaviors bug me. I know I didn't grow up in the 30s or 40s where rationing was popluar but I hate to let water run in the sink too long. I harp on this everytime the kids are just playing around while brushing or doing dishes and letting the water flow. Or taking 20 minute showers as my almost 13-year old suddenly likes to do. I'm also a recycler so I hate seeing wasted recycleable plastic or cardboard just thrown out. Use the big green garbage cans people! We only have one Earth! Hehe, I know that sounds so granola-y but I worry about it.
I am cranky about leftover or wasted food as well. Buying combo meals for all three of us with giant drinks and then the fries or the drinks don't get finished. Or making a dinner and my 8-year old only eats a few bites. Ordering adult meals for my pre-teen that she can't finish but she claims she's starving if she gets a kids meal. Even throwing out half a bowl of milk when they've finished all the cereal. Drink the damn milk, it's the healthiest part of your Lucky Charms!
I know none of this is huge dollars lost but my money worries direct my behavior on the subject. I keep my checkbook balanced for the most part. I used to do the computer Quicken but got bored keeping up with it so now I just watch my checkbook weekly. I am a bit obsessed with not getting to a zero balance. I always think I'm going to run out. I never do. In fact my checkbook is usually under my actual bank balance even counting all uncleared checks and debits. I made a math mistake in there somewhere and haven't corrected it so I have a cushion. Mind games, yes, but I sleep better knowing I'm covered. My worry has pushed me to have college funds, and IRAs and savings. I'm responsible with my money because its all mine and the two other little souls depending on me. That's not a bad thing I know, but its a lot for one person to keep up with.
Oh and I also worry for those people in my life who DON'T worry. Those annoying clueless people who walk around in a fog assuming everything gets done without their help. I only have a few of these around (a couple are my kids at times) but if I didn't worry about them, no one would and that's not okay, right?
Why must I write about all my worries? Not to dump them on others, but to get them out of my head into writing so they are not so scary. I could worry MORE about the cancer coming back, or not being here for my kids someday, or my aging parents going downhill before my eyes, or my boyfriend not making the big move to be with me, but I toss up protective blocks in my head for these larger troubles to make sure I have enough time to handle all my little worries. I don't want to shut down completely for gosh's sakes. I must function.
I think I have always been this way in some respects so I can't change now. Is it good for me? Probably not. But if I can't change it then why worry about it?
Ok, NOW I feel better...
