Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Worry, with a Side of Worry

I worry. I worry like it's my job. I worry about worrying too much. If life were a restaurant, I'd order an entree of worry with a side of roasted worry (and truffle mac & cheese, because - duh).

I recently aimed my worry wagon at the Anonymous Husband, who - brace yourselves for this win of logic - I worried wasn't worrying enough. Yeah. With our poor Master P spiking a fever again last night,  I was all aflutter with fretting and "Are you sure we should listen to the on-call doctor and wait 'til the morning to get him checked out?" and "Should we still travel to the wedding this weekend?" and  "Am I being a bad host to our visiting family?" and grumble grumble grumble WORRY. "Why am I the only one upset about all of this?" I asked him.

He gave me one of those patient, long-suffering husband looks and responded, not with one of his (ok, *our*) usual smart-alecky one-liners, but in a calm, reflective tone - "I worry every day. I worry about raising our son the right way. I worry about you being happy. I worry about earning enough to support us & do the things we want to do. I worry about saving enough money for our future. So, yeah, I worry - I just don't always tell you because I don't want you to worry more."

In healthier times - photo credit to the ever-fab Ziem Photography

Oh. OK, then. Now I'll worry about being the jerk who nags her super excellent husband/provider/best friend type about not complaining enough.

In my wiser moments, I recall that verse - "Which of you by worrying can add a single hour to your life?" "Oh, sure - easier said than done," my inner adolescent quickly counters. "I bet those perky apostles never had a feverish toddler / (insert whatever life situation I'm currently apoplectic about here). Hmmph."

Here's to a little infant Tylenol and a lot of faith & husband appreciation. Maybe I'll try and go with the truffle mac n' cheese with only a side of worry the next time - maybe . . .

16 comments:

ms. mindless said...

I could have had the same conversation with my husband, minus the kid part :) He knows how neurotic I am and tries to keep his worries from me too!

ms. mindless said...

Also, in that picture, Master P is the cutest child I have ever seen. He is gorgeous.

Belle on Heels said...

Ditto to both of the above comments! When our doggy ate an ENTIRE pan of dark chocolate walnut brownies the week before our wedding, I had a full on meltdown that included me asking him why HE wasn't having a full on meltdown. His response was basically that I was having enough meltdown for the both of us :)

The Shabby Princess said...

Sweet lord, story of my life. Can you imagine me with children? Yikes.

Hugs to you, friend!

Everyday Adventures said...

Your son is so adorable, hope he feels better soon! My nephew was sick two weeks ago with croup and stridor and was in the hospital, so hard being far away from them but he is feeling much better.

I can totally relate on the worry aspect. I worry about everything going on now and in the future and feel like I am the only one thinking these things! Im glad my husband is more collected than me, gives a good balance in our lives and helps calm my worries too!

AEOT said...

Well, you saw my crazy worry post last week- in utero seizures b/c the baby moves to much (neurotic, much??). I've never asked B about his worries or why he doesn't worry like I do, but I'm sure his answer would be the same. He has said in the past that he doesn't worry about Spencer b/c "you (meaning me) have a master's degree in being a parent" (yes, there are numerous times when being a pediatric nurse pracitioner with 9 years of pediatric bedside nursing and 2.5 years of being a PNP really does help!!)

Hope the wee one is feeling somewhat better today.......poor, poor baby!

Rachel said...

Great post - now I need to kiss my hubs :)..hope Master P is better!!

Lauren @ Adventures of a Southern Newlywed said...

Oh my goodness - I wrote the book on worrying! I'm thinking of you!

BTW - I love your husbands response!

Adrienne said...

It is so much easier said than done! We women seem to be worry experts! I try to refocus when I go down THAT train, but it's so hard! And I don't even have kiddos, which of course, does not mean I don't worry about the kiddos I don't have... Yikes, I ramble. Should I be worried about that?

Amanda Cobb said...

Aw! Warm-fuzzy-making comment from your hubs!

Hope the little one is all better now.

Lisa @ Trapped In North Jersey said...

we really have to meet irl sometime, we are the same woman married to the same guy.

Chas said...

I could have written this. David worries more about Georgia than I do, but I do enough worrying for everyone I know, even about things I can't control. I constantly worry that someone has broken into my car in the middle of the night, even though there's nothing but a carseat base to steal. ????

Also, sorry I've been such a horrible ABFF! Been busy, but all good stuff. :)

Amy @ Forever 29 said...

I really used to worry a lot more than I do now. Maybe I'm too busy to worry? Who knows. I do have panicky moments where I feel like I need to check on one of the boys...or lately I'll think things like "did I remember to put the scissors back where BB can't reach them?"

Y'all do smart-alecky one-liners too? We are the worst and when we get going Mr. doesn't know how to stop. Jab, jab, jab. I hope the tylenol is working for MP!

Happiness Is... said...

That's the cutest picture ever!

I am the same. I worry about everything. What is that bump on Thatcher's arm? Is his fever too high? What if the pediatrician is wrong? And on and on and on. It's in our DNA to worry, I think.

I usually just vent to mom friends because I think men worry enough silently and then our worrying can inadvertently add more pressure to their plates.

Wendy said...

Seriously, it's the mommie in us. I worried so much, I had to start medication for it. I was constantly needing something to worry about and if I didn't have that thing to worry about in my head, then I felt like something was wrong. Crazy, I know. I take Effexor now and although I hate having to take something, it does take the edge off and allows me to not have to worry so much. I do keep the saying "God commands us to pray, not to worry" on my desk to remember. It's just so very hard to let go and give over control to someone else. And I still catch myself worrying now and then, but I talk myself off the ledge. My best friend has a little one that will be turning one this month and she worries horribly, but she calls me when it gets bad and as the more experienced mom, I can make her feel better and it helps.

Kate said...

Oh man-see my comment on the last post. Neurotic type a here. I worry I worry too much! I'm pretty sure it only gets worse when one becomes a parent. But I don't think there's anything wrong with some worrying. Master P looks so happy and well adjusted :)

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