Hi. My name is The Laundress and I am an overthinker. (All of you in unison...Hi Laundress.)
Me: I am having a difficult time 'over' thinking of all the worse case scenarios that can happen during summertime activities.
You: Like what darling? Please try to be specific.
Me: Well, we took Fa to her cousin's pool yesterday and of course we didn't bring her bathing suit or mine for that matter because it's a fairly new pool and we didn't think it'd be open. But all she wanted to do was go in and I wasn't about to. I really hate the pool. I have a swimsuit issue too..but that's for the "Mommy-Belly Anonymous" meeting next week.
You: Poor baby. What did she do?
Me: Well, she wanted to get by the edge of the pool to put her hands and feet in and all I could imagine was her falling in and drowning. I don't know CPR...but that's for the 'Scared of Everything" meeting tomorrow.
You: Was she in any danger whatsoever?
Me: You see, that's the problemo. I can't help but envision her falling in even when there are plenty of people around...(but not really watching.) I feel like I'm the only one watching/hawking her. (and my husband, of course) Then I get the 'you're an overprotective mom vibe' happenin' and I start to feel self-conscious and paranoid. It's the paranoia and lack of self-esteem as a mom that makes me feel this way. I know I'm being overprotective but that's my daughter dangling in the pool. I like to think I don't care if people think that way about me but I do. I felt like shit already because she wanted to go swim and we wouldn't let her. Now, I'm following her around like a puppy because she won't hold my hand and wants to look at the kids playing in the unfinished and ungated pool.
You: You might want to get over that, you are going to make her neurotic.
Me: Thanks. I know that already. That's why I'm here.
You: Well, you have at least 26 more years of 'OA' before you get cured...Drink some coffee and relax...
3 comments:
Ha! I don't think we ever get cured. We just take medication and a few cocktails and suffer through.
I heard it gets worse when their teens. *shudder*
Hi Janet, fellow overthinker here. I'm a neurotic about alot of things. I always tell myself that it's better she cry, than me.
I actually got worse after I went to an infant/toddler rescue program.
Wait until school begins. I try not to think about what she does there, without me watching over her.
I should introduce you to my sister. Her kids are actually climbing on the drapes...you'd love her lol....
Oh by the way, I dread going to BIL's house. He has the pool, a hammock attached to two trees and a huge trampoline with no protective nets around it. I want to cry when I go there.
There will come a day when you will go swimming with Lily and forget your bathingsuit issues. Believe me, I know. That's a sacrifice you'll make to watch Lily have a great time.
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