Mixed Nuts

If you ever start to think that you have issues, you can comfort yourself by saying, "At least I'm not as nuts as Lily." What is so nuts about me you ask (or maybe you don't even have to ask...)?

Nuts is calling the pediatrician at 3 am when your child has his third fever in 6 weeks and telling him you think your kid might have cancer.

Nuts is refusing to believe your eyes could possibly have gotten this bad and that the optometrist must have your prescription wrong (I'm firm on this one).

Nuts is constantly planning an escape route for you and your kids (and maybe cats, depending on the day) should an intruder enter your house (I also have a scenario for fire).

Nuts is honestly believing the people I love are the best at everything and everyone else is junky.

Nuts is refusing to buy a mini-van for two kids because it will make me feel too old and ridiculous. I am set on my Honda Civic. So what if we cannot transport anyone else in our car with us.

And finally (though I could go on forever), nuts is years of buying hair products that I believe will do a miraculous transformation of my hair where I can wash it and have it dry stick-straight without frizz. I could pay for plastic surgery with all the money I have spent on this.

So, yes, I might be a little (or a lot) nuts and a slight hypochondriac but at least I can come to grips and embrace it. As for the people around me, they might struggle a bit more with it (: