I am a little special. No I don't mean that I am so cute and really sweet (although I am). I mean I am a little bit goofy. I had the faintest memory of some foggy terrible dream that something happened to Brad. So I called him this morning. He answered "Hello"
I said "OK you're alright, bye"
Sweetness knows that I am weird and he didn't ask what the hell was wrong with me, he just said "Yep I'm fine, bye". I love that man for not questioning my insanity. I love him for not pointing out that I am nutty. He doesn't care that I get up five times a night to check on the kids and make sure they are safe in their beds breathing like normal.
I am happy to have found a person that ignores my craziness. Seven years and counting, it'll only be weirder from here on out. Maybe my resolution for the year should be to worry less. I just don't see me keeping it even for a day much less a whole year. I am a hundred percent without a doubt type A control freak. Mine manifest itself in many different ways, but a big one is worrying. Or am i just an normal mom? That could be a toss up.
Well here's to no more dreams where my husband gets mauled by a tiger, here's to not quite so much worrying. Happy 2009.
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