Sometimes, I wish that I came with an ‘on’ and ‘off’ switch when it came to worry. You know, I could worry when the time called for it, should such an occasion ever arise. But I wouldn’t waste so many precious moments of my life worrying about things that actually turn out quite okay. Most times, even better than okay.
Or maybe, better yet, it’d be a ‘clap-on’ and ‘clap-off’ kind of gadget. You know, just to keep up with the times.
Yes, I’ve decided that would be nice.
But apparently, since we humans weren’t created with robot-like switches, God decided to give me the next best thing. I married a man who has nerves of steel. Actually, I’m not even sure if he has nerves. He is that calm. I, on the other hand, am quite the expert at running through the house, screaming, and pulling out my hair.
Like last night… One of my cats found a small, jiggling packet on the kitchen table, and decided that it would be fun to carry it off in his mouth and leave it in some undesignated location. The situation may have been cute had that jiggly package not been my birth control.
“I cannot get pregnant because my cat stole my pills,”I fumed, imagining my future child finding out that his existance was made possible thanks to our cat’s ability to play hide-and-seek.
Long story short, I ranted and raved and panicked. And Nate calmly helped me search… and then helped me calmly come to the conclusion that a trip to the pharmacy in the morning would solve the problem. And all would be well.
And all will be well. As usual.
I just guess I’m still learning how to stay calm in the circumstance, rather than letting the circumstance rule me. 🙂 What can I say, I’m a work in progress.
And so is my cat, I’m thinking. Because how many times have I told him not to jump on the kitchen table?