All Aboard! The SS Worry Wart
Oh, hi. It has been a while. What can I say, life gets crazy. I spend a lot of time at work, or on a bus on my way to work, or mothering a toddler whose energy level rivals the road runner (meep-meep), or trying to be a good wife, or taking care of the house, or taking care of the cat (is it horrible that we are kind of hoping she is nearing the end of those nine lives? Another mouth to feed amiright?) But lately, I spend a lot of time worrying. About what you ask? Oh, just you know .. all of the things. I have realized that becoming a mother is a quick and dirty way of discovering how bat-shit crazy you truly are. And just when you think you might have a handle on it, you do a quick google search on something as innocuous as "first year milestones" and you find yourself in a sea of articles that make your head spin and your stomach twist. Why is he such a finicky eater? One day he loves my newest concoction of ways to hide green veggies and then next he is do
