I'm an anxiety freak

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I'm an anxious person, trust me, I come by it naturally.

I don't like to go anywhere without my own car. Don't ever ask me to ride with you, cause it ain't gonna happen. I have to have my own car. What if I need to leave? What if something happens or I'm bored or the person I rode with doesn't want to leave & I'm miserable and I'm stuck there or...you get the picture.

I do this thing that drives Todd nuts when I'm anxious (or just tired of sitting still, which can make me anxious.) I bounce my right leg, repeatedly, non-stop. I hate to sit still, I need to be on the move, I'm always going.

If I have a headache, it's an aneurysm or a brain tumor or both. If my hands start to shake then it must be Parkinson's. If I drop something, it's Multiple Sclerosis. If my eyes are hurting, then I'm going blind.

If there's a man in the grocery store parking lot, he's a rapist or serial killer who is stalking 5'10" brunettes, with green eyes. If there's a corner to turn, then there's a crazy man waiting to abduct me on the other side.

See how my brain works? It's scary in there.

How do you think things went down when a kid was added to the mix?

Here is my letter to anxiety now that I'm a mother: 

Dear Anxiety,

I hate that you keep me up at nights fearing ghostly shadows in the form of those damn babynappers. I hate that you have me walking into the baby's room to make sure he's alive or still there every.chance.I.get.

I hate that you have me mistrusting the 90 year old man in the parking lot with tennis balls on his walker, HIS WALKER, for goodness sakes. I know he's after my baby. And I know his wife in the wheel chair is his get away driver!

Or the girl eyeing me at the park, I know she's emotionally deranged & is going to come after my baby, her cute, little, pink butterfly tattoo told me so. Or the ice cream truck that plays that creepy "Do your ears hang low" song--this is the ultimate chester chester child molester van. I know that the secret society of child molesters & babynappers are behind ice cream trucks. And I know they are after my baby.

You better watch out for me babynappers, I'm onto you. 

And hey you, yes you anxiety, I'm onto you too.

Sincerely,

Bad Mood Mama

What things make you anxious? How do you cope with them?