Don't Worry, Be Happy!

Often in my life a little rain must fall.  In fact, in everyone's life rain falls.  But, thanks to the wonderful traits handed down to me from my late mother, I make the rain worse by worrying about where it will fall, how hard it will fall, will there be lightening or thunder with the rain--you get the drift.  I, unfortunately, have passed this trait onto my kids.  Poor dears.  I know intellectually that I don't need to worry, in fact, it does no good to worry.  I have no control over most things and so it's futile to worry about anything.  But I do.  Now I mostly worry about Superman!  Lois worries about Superman!  I have to have minor surgery tomorrow and I will be gone for one night.  His son and daughter-in-law will be staying with him but I still worry about when I get home and I have to be taken care of.  Will he be OK?  I'm sure he probably will but nevertheless I will worry.  

There are things I have to take care of to make sure Superman will be OK.  Things have to be left out on the kitchen counter because he can't find anything in cabinets.  We have to rehearse where food is in the refrigerator, change the cat litter (that's not for him), and lots of other things.  I got up this morning worrying so much that everything wouldn't get done.  Now, I am a list maker, so the list was written and crossed off.  There's one more thing I had to do.

I had to hide my car keys.  Superman keeps forgetting that he can't drive.  Now, don't worry, you don't have to hide because of the threat of Bob in his Corvette!  Not gonna happen!  I think it's just so hard for him to accept the fact that he can't drive.  He forgets and says things like, "Give me the keys and I'll take this trash to the dumpster."  Very casually.  I have to then give him the reality check.  Its so hard.  He immediately argues with me and tells me that I can't tell him what to do, etc.  I have to just walk away or we will argue and it doesn't do us any good.  I guess we went through that about 5 or 6 times this week.  It's not new but more frequent.  I've decided to hide my keys just in case.  I'd love for Superman (alias Clark Kent) to be able to drive Lois around in his cool car.  It would be like it was before.  Before the stroke.

Smoking Alert!  He has gotten a pack of cigarettes somewhere and he's hiding them.  Don't know what I can do about it.  I might have to go on a hunt during the middle of the night...in other words, RAID!!!

I have so much to worry about I could do just that all day long!!!  But I must put it all in God's hands. 

From the home of Hope & Courage,
Jody