In the car yesterday, somehow the conversation came up about worry. The Kidlet chimed in, “That is what my mom is best at: worrying.” Sigh. Apparently, that’s the legacy I’m leaving my kid.
I’m a worrier. I can’t even count the number of hours in my life wasted worrying about stuff…and 99% of the things I worry about never come to fruition. Being of an obsessive-compulsive personality type, I will sit and make myself sick over something that I have no control over (Usually, that’s about the time… Read More