Worry

I'm a worrier. It's what I do. All the time. I came this way from heaven, so its not my fault. It can't possibly be my fault, because then I'd be just a crazy wingnut or somethin', and for surely that can't be the case. Anyway...if I love you, I worry about you. Plain and simple. Sometimes I can get so neurotic about my worry, that I start to fret over people I don't even like. I think its a gene default.

I reserve a large chunk of my brain for my worrying. I can even plan ahead on what I'm going to worry about on which day. I'm just super smart that way. But over the last 48 hrs., my sister has taken up the entire worry chunk (the other small brain chunk is reserved to figure out which shoes I am going to wear if it rains). She has pushed me to the brink, and I've had it! She has to stop or I'm going to sit on her. These are the events that have fraught me silly: Labor and delivery visit for preterm labor contractions (27 wks., with twins)-given medicine to slow contractions-the next morning she is in the kitchen and passes out and falls on the floor!-back to the hospital again-medicine lowered her blood pressure too much. No panic needed, all is well with her and her incubating bundles. I talked to her last night and she was carefree and jovial. She said the babies are fine, so there is no need to worry. What!? Fraught, fraught, fraught with worry I am. Maybe she's the wingnut, not me....ya, I think that's it.

Emily has taken up my entire worry chunck for the last 2 days. Now I'm backlogged. My worry has been incessant today because I'm trying to catch up. Its going to be a busy weekend. So much to worry about.....