Yesterday a co-worker pointed out some character traits of mine that are impossible to deny. I don’t know if there is a single word that sums them all up. Hoarder comes close, but control freak and worrier also play major roles. I suffer from an overwhelming desire to feed and take care of anything and everything that wanders into the neighborhood, be it human or animal. I’ve no desire to adopt 20 cats… yet. Not only do I fret daily over the whereabouts and safety of my girls, but I worry about their friends, the children I work with, co-workers, blogging friends, extended family, etc. Can mothering be an obsession? If so then I have it in spades. Having A2 away this week is keeping me up nights. I know she’s fine and probably having the time of her life, but I have a hard time getting past seeing this in my mind when I think of her.
I hope she’s brushing her teeth and is warm enough at night. Maybe if I go bake something I’ll feel better. Cheers!