“You haven’t fully embraced the concept of the internet,” said Richard to me one night. I was worrying again about sharing so much about ourselves on the old blog, although I realize that’s pretty egocentric.
We have conversations like this all the time. It begins with me asking, “Aren’t you worried….”
- someone will arrest us for leaving the kids?
- someone will start to stalk us?
- some kid will fall through the gaps between the springs of the trampoline?
- we’ll get sick from all the dog droppings in the yard?
- our kid will need counseling because I don’t want him to play baseball anymore?
- our kids will never reach their full stature because they won’t eat peas?
- our kids will never get married?
- I’m becoming the Miss Havisham of baby clothes hoarding… an old shriveled hag, hanging on to sizes 0-3 mos?
- our dog will permanently destroy our relationship with my family?
- our kid will get whooping cough because I might have missed an immunization…?
- someone will use our family as a poster family against homeschooling?
- people won’t like us?
“Worry is just in your nature,” the husband replies, although that’s not an answer to my question(s). Maybe he does worry, but it’s just not in his nature to vocalize it.