I get hit with the astounding responsibility of having a
child at random times during the day. My daughter doesn’t need to be with me
either. A solo trip down slick subway steps summoned the terror recently. Behold my spiraling stream of consciousness below:
“SLOW DOWN! You’ll break your
neck…
"What if I broke my ankle? I was
single that time I sprained my ankle. I was ALONE then. NO ONE took care of me.
But I did get to put my feet up and relax while laid up! I’m a mom now – FORGET
the luxury of being laid up…
“What do injured mothers do?! It
must happen EVERYDAY! Those subway steps almost got ME...
“WORSE, what about single moms?
Or no family nearby? No safety net. I’d probably tie myself up in bubble wrap
or something…
“There’s that Visiting Nurses
Service. They visit old people when they’re hurt. How about a Visiting Nanny
Service for moms? Same acronym, anyway. Insurance should cover it. Or the
government! In Sweden, they’d pay for it…
I wish we lived in Sweden!”
By the time the C train arrives, I’ve imagined myself
walking around in bubble wrap and/or living in Sweden. Any old irrational
contingency plan helps keep my fears at bay.
If I’m lucky, my plotting just
might hold me for awhile…at least until the next chance happening occurs…
Thank God that you are alright. Take care of yourself. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for that extra sweet comment on my blog. It meant so much to read. You are amazing. :)
xo Tami
You take care of yourself!!
DeleteGlad to know it's not just me who catastrophises sometimes! I would be much the same with little ones I'm sure.
ReplyDeleteSarah @ A Cat-Like Cusiosity
ps. You ARE very welcome over on my blog :)
"Catastrophising", what a perfect word for my malady! Did you use it because it has "cat" in it? Likewise, you are very welcome here! Your comments add nicely to the mix. Thanks!
DeleteYikes those are scary thoughts--what do you do if you get hurt? I can't imagine what it must be like to have so many people dependent on you.
ReplyDeleteI do this all the time. My husband says he can see it in my eyes when I'm spiraling out of control with crazy thoughts.
ReplyDeleteHow do you stop???!!!
How to stop? Didn't you read my post?...You imagine yourself wrapped in plastic wrap and/or moving to Sweden! Hmmm...on second thought...maybe not...
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