Worrywart, Yep That’s Me.

I’m a worrier. There I said it. I worry from the moment I wake up until I go to bed. I probably worried when I was a baby…about what I don’t remember, but I am sure I worried!

In no particular order my top worrying moments:

• I worry about the kids when they are home AND I worry about the kids when they are away from home.
• I worry when the kids are eating a good meal AND I worry when the kids are picking at their food or snacking on junk food too much.
• I worry that I won’t spend enough time with the kids AND I worry that because I spend so much time with the kids my needs aren’t met.
• I worry that I don’t volunteer enough at the children’s schools AND I worry that I volunteer so much that I will need a school ID.
• I worry that my children are too over committed to sports and activities AND I worry that one or all of the children are not doing enough activities (I have one child who will be applying to college in a few years…)

Of course, over the years my worrying has paid off. I seem to have a sixth sense when my babies, toddlers, and preschoolers were on the verge of:

• dipping, dangling, or dropping something in to the toilet.
• pouring out shampoo in the bathtub or on the floor.
• sticking fingers in electrical sockets…scary!
• walking or crawling near a basement door or near the staircase.
• touching a hot oven.
• standing on the dishwasher door.
• opening and closing the fridge door.
• and many more.

Now don’t get me wrong, we have had our share of injuries, but I have saved more than one child from certain injury…by my constant worrying.

Kodak (who claims, with some clever ads on my sidebar, that we can at least partially knock off our economic worry with a printer) and Juice Box Jungle sponsored me to write this post, and they asked me to talk about the top and/or bottom 3 things I think/worry about as a mom. WHERE DO I START?

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