As an anxious mother of adult children, I don’t want to worry all the time. I hate worrying. I loathe working through anxiety every day. It’s exhausting. If I had known when my kids were actually kids, that I’d worry more about them as adults, well..then..it probably wouldn’t have made a difference. I am who I am. Now that they are all adults, brand new worry categories...
I had such a fucked up day last week.
I wasn’t expecting a bad day, it just happened.
I have a story about this title, “It’s Bad You Know”. I’ll tell you at the end. I just sat out on my front porch and watched the neighbor across the street catch his indoor kitty who had gotten outside while carrying a gallon milk. The neighbor, not the cat. I am assuming he just got back from the store. He doesn’t seem the type to just carry around a gallon of milk...
