I’m pretty sure I could write a manual on how to freak out over nothing. You know, obsessing over that “thing” that could maybe possibly happen, but hasn’t. Apparently, the potential for disaster is too great a scenario for me to ignore; instead, I have a talent for playing out imaginary realities in my head. Within that manual would be a (big) chapter on how to annoy the hell out of your spouse while riding this out. Because you don’t want to be selfish and keep all the anxieties to yourself. No! You want to share the experience with others so they too can partake in some of the worrisome fun. Fortunately, Mark is the more level-headed, less emotional one of the two of us and won’t take part in any of this behavior. I’m pretty sure – no, I’m convinced – this is the main reason why we’re able to work together without killing each other, not to mention being together for 21 years. Did I say 21 years? Yeah.
I’m actually a lot less uptight and horrible to live with than I sound and I’m fairly mellow most of the time, but sometimes there is that one thing that gets under your skin that you start obsessing about until it grows into something bigger than it actually is. I can’t yet tell if either of the girls have inherited my talent for worrying. Miss C is most like me in temperament, but I actually think Mia might be the worry wart of the two. It’s interesting to think that these might be inherited traits from our parents. One thing I constantly get asked lately by one of the girls is what we’re doing on a certain day. It’s not just, “what are we doing tomorrow?”, but it’s also “what are we doing on the 18th?” Or “what are we doing 2 Mondays from now?” I just have to laugh at this because I remember my mom getting totally exasperated with me because I used to ask those same questions (I totally remember doing this too). She used to throw up her hands and respond incredulously like, “how do I know what we’re doing on that specific day 3 weeks from now??” Yeah, that’s pretty much my response to the kid too. What goes around comes around, I guess. All that childhood nagging to my mom is biting me in the ass.
*Photos from Lincoln Center. We tried to watch the Kronos Quartet and Asphalt Orchestra play the Pixies Surfer Rosa, but it was a rainy evening. The four of us huddled in our wet chairs with our umbrellas for a while trying to stick it out, but had to give up. Too bad. Heard it was amazing.