Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I'm gonna get an ulcer just being me

So Jon comes home from class last night. We chit-chatted for a little while, talked about how cute our baby is, and then I went out to the kitchen to do the dishes. I come back into the living room and he was on his work laptop and he says to me:

"I think I may have gotten fired today."

Immediately I go into panic mode. All of these thoughts are crash landing through my head.

OMG, how can we survive off just my income??? What about Emerson??? Do we have enough diapers?? Who can I network with to get him a job quickly? Will I need to get a second job?? Will Emerson forget her momma because I'm never home??

Then he says, "Yeah, I haven't gotten one email all day. Isn't that weird??"

He was joking. A joke. I tried to play it off like I wasn't phased at all by it, but the hairs on the back of my neck were still standing up. I just casually said "Hmmm, you might not want to start sentences like that in the future." Grumble grumble. Heart rate returns to normal.

Such is the life of a mother. If someone paid me to worry, I'd be a billionaire. (The world better prepare...ohhhh ohhh, whoaaaa ohhhh... side track....  I would also be a billionaire if someone paid me to be distracted, since it comes so naturally).

1 comment:

  1. i would hurt dan if he every said that as a joke. you're not alone. :)
    p.s. now i'm going to have that dang song stuck in my head all day!