I don’t like to go anywhere without my own car. Don’t ever ask me to ride with you, cause it ain’t gonna happen. I have to have my own car. What if I need to leave? What if something happens or I’m bored or the person I rode with doesn’t want to leave & I’m miserable and I’m stuck there or…you get the picture.
I do this thing that drives Todd nuts when I’m anxious (or just tired of sitting still, which can make me anxious.) I bounce my right leg, repeatedly, non-stop. I hate to sit still, I need to be on the move, I’m always going.
If I have a headache, it’s an aneurysm or a brain tumor or both. If my hands start to shake then it must be Parkinson’s. If I drop something, it’s Multiple Sclerosis. If my eyes are hurting, then I’m going blind.
If there’s a man in the grocery store parking lot, he’s a rapist or serial killer who is stalking 5’10” brunettes, with green eyes. If there’s a corner to turn, then there’s a crazy man waiting to abduct me on the other side.
See how my brain works? It’s scary in there.
How do you think things went down when a kid was added to the mix?
I hate that you keep me up at nights fearing ghostly shadows in the form of those damn babynappers. I hate that you have me walking into the baby’s room to make sure he’s alive or still there every.chance.I.get.