Tony and I went out to dinner last night and he was telling me I just need to chill. He thinks I let things get to me too much ( messy house, kids fighting, My ex,money, moving etc.) I told him I'm not sure that's possible. I've always been a worrier. Since I was a little girl. I don't like the unknown and I don't like feeling out of control. You just know that if you don't get a grip now you're a goner!
So we had a long discussion about this and I thought about it all night. I thought OK, I have to worry cause he doesn't. If I don't get upset at the house being a disaster and no one helping me..It's not going to get done. If I don't get on my ex, no money will come. If I don't figure out how and where to move it's not going to happen! See...I was still worrying and not letting it go.
Well today I was busting out my room. Changing the sheets, picking up laundry and getting toys out of my room. I heard Grace scream at the top of her lungs and so I ran into her room to see what the emergency was. She put her hand on her hip and said "OH MY GOSH! look at Ethan's bed! I just cleaned it and someone has messed it up. I am so angry!" She then showed me a spot on the bumper of his bed. Probably spit up or a spill from a bottle. I told her It's no big deal and I would fix it.
Went back into my room and she followed. Picked up a black and white photo of herself and once again screams! She says "I can't believe this It's disgusting! Look at all the germs on this picture of me! I am so mad!"
OK, OK, I get it...I really, really get it! I need to chill!