Does worrying help?

If you say you don't worry, you are full of shit! I am calling you out. Then why don't you quit that dead-end job and chase your dream? Huh? Or why are you too scared to ask someone their honest to God opinion? I worry, but where does it get me? It gets me in front of the mirror screwtinzing a grey hair. It puts me in the market for Botox to kill the wrinkles. It makes me use Zantac more often than I apply deodorant.

Things are not in our control, to an extent. Control is only an illusion, so worrying is the next best thing. I have issues with it. Nine times out of 10 Karma takes over, slaps me in the face and ruins my plans to stop the worrying, but hey, who am I to control that ruthless hooker? I just have to get up and  crawl away until I am able to walk again.

Ever had a loved one 12-hours away, about to undergo surgery? What did you do when they told you not to attempt to be there that day? Worry for them? Yep. That is what I am doing from now until my daddy's knee surgery. Will it help him? No. But it will make me feel like I am a part of it with my constant badgering.

So, my kids drink out of the same cup and the flu is rampant. I can't make them stop. Or, I should say I don't have enough time. Yes- I worry about the flu. It is closing schools in Oklahoma. But how in the hell am I supposed to go to the grocery, interact with the human race and constantly worry about their well being? I don't have enough brain cells for all of that.

What about working mothers? Or working stay at home moms? None of us know if we are doing a damn thing right. Case in point: Surround Sound has/have (twins... grammer police tell me the proper thing) found this new thing called tantrums. They enjoy rearing back, arching the spines and screaming. So, I join them. Might not be the best thing in the world, but I enjoy it. I let them jam out to some dirty, curse word laden rap last night. So what. I can't worry about their brains being sponges at that moment. We were dancing and I was actually getting some exercise. That is not something that happens too much lately, even if the machine at Sam's club told me I was in excellent health. Blow me, no I am not. My designer jeans are too snug. I look like I have am trying to smuggle Snookie in my britches.

Another random stupid thing I worry about....... My house isn't clean. Who gives a flying crap about that? There are days when my clothes don't match, nor do my kids' clothes match. But you know what, we have a roof over our heads, I read them books, they are thriving and happy. I am over worrying if the blankets are folded of if there are a few dishes in the sink. That is in my control, but is something that I am willing to admit doesn't interest me when I can roll around on the floor and make Surround Sound laugh that cherubic laugh that I thrive on. Do you get the joy from that or are YOU so OCD that you can't stand to leave a pair of shoes on the floor? I am going to speak out of turn if you are one of those- get over it, get over yourselves and get in touch with those babies you spawned.

How about the people that do it all, Pinterest and Hobby Lobby creations? Ugh. Vomit. Go away, leave me alone and get off the pills. I made some birthday decorations for the kids. Will they remember? Maybe because I saved some for them to see later. Otherwise, they wouldn't know if there were even people here. Why go broke for a small childs party? Don't worry- do you remember those times. I don't and I know my mom tried her hardest to make them all special. If she couldn't do it, no one can. Promise you that.

My point is let's all stop worrying about the little stuff and get involved in the broad scheme of things. Making our kids better people for the horribly shitty world we have created for them. Smiling and remembering the good, not the negative. Make sure we tell our loved ones we love them and not pointing out their flaws. Getting help when we need it and taking time to listen to the ones in our lives that could use an ear. Really are we that busy? In  this world, we are too connected to not listen.

Thanks for doing these little things for me. KCK