I have a few quirks. Ok, maybe more than a few, but I won't be talking about all of them today, just one in particular that I thought about this morning.
What falls into my quirk category is irrational fear.
Irrational meaning not logical or rational.
Emphasis on logical.
One (yes I am saying one) of my irrational fears is that I am going to drive away and one of my children had decided it would be cool to sit on my fender or on top of my car, me somehow not seeing them.
I know, the insane asylum is in my future, but we aren't talking about that right now.
Who would not know a child was hanging on to their car anyway?
What child would do that anyway?
I always picture a screaming crying child hanging on for dear life, eyes wide with fear, me completely oblivious that they are about to become road kill.
I think I got this fear from National Lampoons Vacation. No, I do not tie my children to my car, but that is the only logical (that might be an oxymoron in this post) reason I can think of.
As I was driving in this morning a car behind me flashed its brights. Instant thought, one of my kids is holding on to my car, oh wait, one is on the bus to school, the other is in school, the third is inside the car with me.
I have not pulled over to check as of yet, but I do have to talk myself down sometimes and tell myself it would be rediculus to call my husband and make sure all three were safe at home.
I wonder what it is like in an insane asylum.
And that is only one of my irrational fears....
What falls into my quirk category is irrational fear.
Irrational meaning not logical or rational.
Emphasis on logical.
One (yes I am saying one) of my irrational fears is that I am going to drive away and one of my children had decided it would be cool to sit on my fender or on top of my car, me somehow not seeing them.
I know, the insane asylum is in my future, but we aren't talking about that right now.
Who would not know a child was hanging on to their car anyway?
What child would do that anyway?
I always picture a screaming crying child hanging on for dear life, eyes wide with fear, me completely oblivious that they are about to become road kill.
I think I got this fear from National Lampoons Vacation. No, I do not tie my children to my car, but that is the only logical (that might be an oxymoron in this post) reason I can think of.
As I was driving in this morning a car behind me flashed its brights. Instant thought, one of my kids is holding on to my car, oh wait, one is on the bus to school, the other is in school, the third is inside the car with me.
I have not pulled over to check as of yet, but I do have to talk myself down sometimes and tell myself it would be rediculus to call my husband and make sure all three were safe at home.
I wonder what it is like in an insane asylum.
And that is only one of my irrational fears....
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