Definition
"If my life is defined by the amount of worrying I do, then I am one of the most defined people I know."
That was the thought I had at 1 am this morning. I was laying in bed, and I had kept hearing McKenna making all sorts of sleep noises, wondering if she was simply dreaming or it was something else. I finally pulled myself out of bed, only to discover that she has yet another fever. That's twice this month. No other symptoms. I proceeded to get her out of bed - waking her up, naturally - and giving her Motrin. We (she and I - I hope her daddy was sleeping through all of this!) were up until about 2:30. I heard her again around 5ish, and around 5:30 proceeded to get her out of bed again to give her a dose of Tylenol this time for her fever had gone back up again. This time I kept her in bed, and she was back asleep within the hour.
Did I mention that after I gave her the 1:30 dose of meds that I went to wash out the medicine cup only to discover that we didn't have hot water - again - for the 3rd time this month? So then I proceeded to worry about that. Would Micah have hot water for his shower? Would it be off all day again like in times past?
So this morning, after the 3rd dose of meds, she and I are up and about, and at this moment the fever is down for now. She is playing in her basket of toys, not a worry in the world. So I ask myself, is my worry truly helping anything? Not really. Can I be concerned about her fever? Definitely. But I cannot allow myself to be consumed with the "what ifs" of it. The hot water? Micah did not have hot water this morning...at least I was able to "warn" him prior that it was out again. When I called the office, I was told that yet another management team was in place, and this was their first day in the office - I think this is team #3. Is my worrying getting the hot water turned back on? I think not. So I just have to deal with it - it is out of my control.
So many things are out of my control that I spend so much of my time worrying about. I recognize that - I suppose that is the first step? I'm tired of worrying. And I'm tired of being angry. It's time for a change. :)
That was the thought I had at 1 am this morning. I was laying in bed, and I had kept hearing McKenna making all sorts of sleep noises, wondering if she was simply dreaming or it was something else. I finally pulled myself out of bed, only to discover that she has yet another fever. That's twice this month. No other symptoms. I proceeded to get her out of bed - waking her up, naturally - and giving her Motrin. We (she and I - I hope her daddy was sleeping through all of this!) were up until about 2:30. I heard her again around 5ish, and around 5:30 proceeded to get her out of bed again to give her a dose of Tylenol this time for her fever had gone back up again. This time I kept her in bed, and she was back asleep within the hour.
Did I mention that after I gave her the 1:30 dose of meds that I went to wash out the medicine cup only to discover that we didn't have hot water - again - for the 3rd time this month? So then I proceeded to worry about that. Would Micah have hot water for his shower? Would it be off all day again like in times past?
So this morning, after the 3rd dose of meds, she and I are up and about, and at this moment the fever is down for now. She is playing in her basket of toys, not a worry in the world. So I ask myself, is my worry truly helping anything? Not really. Can I be concerned about her fever? Definitely. But I cannot allow myself to be consumed with the "what ifs" of it. The hot water? Micah did not have hot water this morning...at least I was able to "warn" him prior that it was out again. When I called the office, I was told that yet another management team was in place, and this was their first day in the office - I think this is team #3. Is my worrying getting the hot water turned back on? I think not. So I just have to deal with it - it is out of my control.
So many things are out of my control that I spend so much of my time worrying about. I recognize that - I suppose that is the first step? I'm tired of worrying. And I'm tired of being angry. It's time for a change. :)
posted by Nancy | 12:05 PM
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hope mckenna gets better
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