Worry Vortex {Spin Cycle}

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This happened today. The gas company knocked on my door, said they had detected a leak in our gas line, and needed to replace it.

I instantly spun into a vortex of worries. Why was it leaking? Why didn’t I suspect anything was wrong? (Our neighbors called the gas company because they could smell gas in their house.) Was there a gas leak in my basement? How long would I have to keep my furnace turned off? What if the house got too cold and the pipes burst?

My vortex of worries was quite irrational. My other neighbor was very sensible and calmed me down. She told me on Facebook: “Don’t stress about it, put on layers & wrap in a blanket. You’ll be warm. It COULD be worse!!!” It was best thing she could have told me.

That damn worry vortex sucks me in every time.

Earlier this January, we were in the middle of a polar vortex and the high temperature was -15°F. I was worried. What if the pipes burst? (Seems to be a constant worry, doesn’t it?) What if the furnace stops working? What if the car won’t start?

As soon as we survived the first polar vortex, another worry quickly popped up. We had a warming trend. Icicles dripped off of our roof, and the news warned me of yet another danger. Ice dams. Ice dams can push water into the house, ruining ceilings and walls and causing thousands of dollars worth of damage. How could I not worry about that?

Well, we didn’t get any water in the house, and by the time the next polar vortex came along, I wasn’t worried. We had survived the first time, after all.

But then I came down with a cold and had terrible congestion in my chest.

The first night I was sick, I couldn’t sleep and had to go sit on the couch for a while. As I struggled to breathe at 3am, I worried about pneumonia. What if I had it? What if I was admitted to the hospital? Who would feed the children, for God’s sake!

I didn’t have pneumonia.

My family used to call me a worrywart when I was growing up. I’ve tried to grow out of it, but the worry vortex still manages to suck me in.

About that gas leak? The gas company had it fixed in no time. My house never got colder than 68°. Not one water pipe froze.

What vortex have you been sucked into lately? Go visit Gretchen and our other fine vortex spinners this week! See the linky below, and if you wrote a vortex post of your own, link it up!

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The Best Time of Day…

The best part of the day is in the dark of the morning. My husband has already gone to work; my children are still sleeping (if I’m lucky). I pour hot, black coffee into my favorite mug and sit down on the living room couch to fully wake up.

No, wait, when my daughters come tip-toeing downstairs in their penguin nightgowns, their hair still rumpled from sleep and their movements slow and sleepy, that is the best part of the day. They sidle up next to me for their morning hug, and then run downstairs for a little morning TV.

But there’s nothing like dropping them off at school, either. Then I can breath a sigh of relief. Lunches have already been made for the day, homework and library books are safely in backpacks, and the morning rush is over. Then it’s off to teach all morning with my preschool class. I’m so grateful to have a job I love.

And isn’t it nice to be able to come home for lunch? I have the whole afternoon ahead of me to get some things done that need doing. Laundry, grocery shopping, etc. Tasks I don’t necessarily enjoy, but one of the benefits of having a part time job is having the time to get them done!

I love picking my girls up from school and talking to them about their day. I’ve missed them, you see.

There are some parts of my day that are not the best. Making dinner is one of them. It’s not that I don’t like to cook; I actually do. It just that making dinner every night gets a little…tedious. As does washing the dishes afterwards.

Yet there is nothing better after a long, hard day than stretching out under my warm, down comforter in my soft, cozy bed, and turning out the light.

I may have had a little difficulty choosing the best part of my day.

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What’s the best part of your day?

 

Mama’s Losin’ It

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