No One Mentions the Worry
Woman in the Middle | September 25, 2015When you are pregnant with your first child, no one gives you a card at your shower that reads: “Congratulations! In addition to all the joy and happiness your new baby will bring, he or she will also come with an abundance of worry. Get used to it. Worry will now stalk you until the day you die. Much love and happiness!”
Yesterday was one of those days. Youngest Daughter was off to meet with an engineer at a local theme park and them to a networking event at a hotel in Hollywood. Nothing like my child driving alone on LA freeways to give me heart palpitations. Oh, and she would be home late. That added a little extra slab of worry (because that is what worry feels like, a slab of something indigestible in my stomach.)
If anything could make me worry more than LA freeways it would be airplane flights. Oh, well, I had that, too! While Youngest was being a road warrior, Eldest Daughter was flying sky high, in an airplane that is. She was off to Salt Lake City to visit friends and go to a Comic Con convention in that city.
So one on the road and one in the sky. Thank goodness I had a parks district board meeting to distract me last night. Contemplating surveys and grant applications and all the things we have to deal with on a regular basis kept me going until 10:30. Then it was home, animals, tell hubby what happened at the meeting, snack, book, and bed.
I am happy to report that Youngest got home safely and Eldest got to Salt Lake City safely. I can stop worrying as much until Sunday night when Eldest gets back on the plane again.
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