1. Steve just drove away with all the kids for another day of adventure so I can have a whole day to WORK. (He rocks my world, that husband of mine.) I have to say, though, that I always have a few moments of panic watching them drive away. I mean, that’s my WHOLE FAMILY in that car and what if something happens? I have to tell myself that they’re safe over and over again…and then try not to think about it. Is it just me who does this? (I realize I’m insane. I’m okay with it.)
2. I’m not a worrier by nature. Or at least I wasn’t much of a worrier until I had kids. When they say that having children changes everything, they really mean that it changes EVERYTHING. I never thought much about death or dying before, didn’t worry about it. But now? I fear death with every cell in my body. I fear my own death (because I have four kids and I NEED to be here for them), Steve dying (when he’s late getting home my mind often goes there), and I fear losing a child. It’s not a paralyzing I-can’t-do-anything-or-go-anywhere kind of fear. It’s just something that creeps into my thoughts when, for instance, they all go off in a car without me. (I’m okay. I’m just going to take a deep breath, here, and remember that they’re safe and are destined to live long, happy, healthy lives.)
3. Okay! So I’ve got a cup of coffee, a toasty fire in the wood stove, and a quiet house. So of course the Big Plan for the day is revising Imaginable. I’m still struggling with the fact that it’s not going as quickly as I’d like but I’m trying to just let that go and focus on crafting a good story. Quality takes time. Maybe that should be my new mantra.
4. It’s all good.
Have a great weekend everyone!