These are the words i frantically screamed into the phone when my husband answered (on the third try). We had a small oven fire last night. That really sucked. The fire was contained to the oven and burned out within 10 minutes of turning the oven off. So, no big deal. I was just going to make stouffers lasagna, so I tossed that in the fridge and we ordered in dinner. And I didn’t cry or freak out or throw things. I let the toddler eat frozen chicken nuggets and potato chips for dinner, for the second day in a row (cringe), even though I bought steamer bags of broccoli for the sole purpose of giving her the only vegetable she’ll eat and there was nothing wrong with the microwave. But, other than that, I managed to keep my cool and spent the rest of the night watching tv with the baby and my husband.
I don’t know why, but I always feel like I am three whines away from a complete meltdown, and I cannot seem to snap out of it. My kids are generally well behaved, happy, and in good moods, and my life is great, but still I’m always on this emotional precipice, and I hate that. I want to be happy and carefree, but I can’t be. And it’s not ruining my life, so I don’t need therapy, I just need to relax and let myself live in the now instead of worrying about everything.
Sometimes I wonder...is something wrong with me or are my feelings normal?