Worrywort

In emailing with a friend yesterday, we were trying to figure out which one of us is more of a worrywort. It's gotta be me and she thinks it's gotta be her, but either way it seems like I am constantly anxious.

If there is a problem that is solved, I hardly notice a second of peace before there is another one waiting in the wings. If I were to ever run out of problems to worry about, I'm sure I could invent some. Not to mention how much I worry about other people and their problems too. I don't watch the news or read much of the paper as a result. I can't even stand to read something like Pere**z H*ilton because I think he is too mean to people, and that it would bother those people to read what he's written about them. One time I hit a bird on the way to work and pulled over and held the poor little bird as it died. It just killed me to see it suffer.

While pregnant and in the hospital on bedrest, my doctor said to me all the time, "You're just like my wife! She worries all the time." "Well, give me some narcotics, then!" I said back.

The top things I worry about are: 1) When my parents are gone, the twins and I will have no one, 2) the health of all my loved ones, and 3) finances. No wonder I can't get off the Lunesta.

On Wednesday my boys got the stomach flu, and I worried over them so much, not to mention worrying that I or my folks would get it too (we didn't, praise heaven). My poor little guys were throwing up and miserable for 2 days. They were able to eat their evening meal last night and are doing much better. Then around 12:30am last night, Lm started to cry. I just held and rocked him for a long time, he needed some comforting and hugs from his mommy; then I gave him juice and sung a few songs and rubbed his forehead until he fell asleep. My little ones look so vulnerable when they're sick.