Woman Worrier

So, Death Case Scenario: it's where normal people look at glass of water filled to the halfway point and say, "it's half-full'" or, "It's half empty." People like me look at it and say, "I'm going to pick up the glass to take a drink, it's going to slip out of my hand, and I'll fall and bash my head off of the corner of the counter while trying to save it."


Just to further illustrate Death Case Scenario in action, I put together a little list of irrational fears. Usually the minute I think of them, I laugh at the absurdity, but it is the way I think.

Irrational Fears: Home Edition

• Do you know how sometimes there are worms in old, cloth books? Or that there are pantry bugs that can get into your flour, sugar or whatever? I sometimes worry that at some point between manufacture and sitting in my cabinet, my tampons could harbor an infestation that I'll unknowingly insert.
• I worry that while running with my dog, she'll dart to the side quickly and I'll step on one of her legs, breaking it.
• I've worried that my sweat will cause me to be electrocuted by my iPod.
• I've wondered if the glaze on my coffee mug could be tainted with lead.
• I've wondered the same of the vitamin I take to be healthy.
• If my knitting is next to the bed, I have to move it before I go to sleep because I fear that I'll fall out of bed in the night and be impaled on one of the needles.

Any one else do this from time to time? What's your worry?

So what's up

Right now I'm looking out at the frozen tundra that is our neighborhood. We had an additional 8" of snow on Saturday to cover the few inches already on the ground. It was a great day for the older boys to go skiing, so hubby took them over to the local ski hill for ski school. They had a great time until 7-y-o's skis were stolen. They put their ski's next to the ski school (where everyone is supposed to leave their skis) while they grabbed their boot bags from inside. When they came back out, C's skis were gone. We asked around and hubby looked everywhere hoping that someone took them by accident and left them somewhere else - no skis. So, we're off to buy him a new pair tomorrow. As for the last pair, I'm happy that he got to use them twice - I guess.

Further suckifying his weekend, C got lost on the way to his classroom at church (older brother thought it would be fun to ditch him). He came running back to our seats crying hysterically. Once I got him to his classroom, he realized he had been looking on the wrong floor. On the way home, he told me that he preferred the kids at the later service because the early kids act "even more wild than me mom."

We spent a couple of hours sledding on the new snow over at the playground on Sunday. The dog kept jumping in and out of the sleds. My "Death Case Scenario" was working overdrive, I was terrified that we were going to run over and break her legs. Also, you would not believe how heavy a three-year-old (G) can be to pull up a hill 20 or so times. G is fearless, he rode every sled down the incredibly steep hill, face-planted in the snow a couple of times, but always came up laughing.

My eating has been far from exemplary this week. Of course, I blame PMS. My motto this week is going to be, "I can eat it on Saturday." Hopefully by Saturday I'll have forgotten what seemed so good in the first place.