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Can’t Sleep. Clowns Will Eat Me.

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

So my friend Cid wrote about irrational fears on her blog and thought I would follow along and post mine on here. Everyone has them, right? Even you. Don’t even try to say no.

A lot of people I’ve met are scared of clowns so that’s not irrational. I’ve been scared of clowns since I was six. Probably even before that as well. Maybe you can blame my father for letting me stay up and watch IT the clown. Ever since then, I’ve had trouble sleeping. I had to make sure that every drawer, every door, everything was closed before I went to bed. Also? I’d line up my stuffed animals around my bed, like right under my bed so if a killer clown from under my bed tried to come out from under my bed to kill me, my stuffed animals would protect me. Right along the same fear.. comes the sewers… And I’m pretty sure you know why. Every time I see one I hear “We all float down here” and every hair in my body stands up and ill probably start shaking.

Opened doors. Not only do I have to make sure they are closed right before I go to bed but they have to always closed. If I’m sitting on the couch and I can see the bathroom door slightly opened, I send the Husband to go close it. If he’s not home, I creep to the opened door and close it. I know. I know. I’m crazy. I probably watched too many scary movies as a kid. I mean don’t you just picture bright yellow eyes or something when all you see is darkness from that small space of the opened door. I even close the doors if I go to someone’s house sometimes.

Another one… I know my anxiety takes a hold of this one and takes it to the next level but when I’m in bed… I just start imagining a robber coming in so I have to see what I can use in the room to fight him off and hurt him. So I start looking for my giant Chinese relaxing balls and I can only find one and I debate going to the kitchen and getting the biggest knife I can.. Except that there aren’t any robbers. Another scenario is the robber coming in and harming my daughter. That’s when I go crazy and my head starts spinning as I find ways on how I can prevent him from taking her.

When my daughter was younger. More like when she was a baby up to 16 months old… I would stay awake just to watch her breathe because OMG SIDS had me horrified. To the point of not sleeping. Now? I still do that sometimes. And I put my hand over her chest just to make sure she is breathing. I seriously don’t know what I would do without her. She is my absolute everything. So there’s another irrational fear.

Also. The dark. I’ve been scared of the dark ever since I was a little girl. My three year old isnt, but I pretend she is just so I can use the brightest night light I can. And then it doesn’t light up the whole room so there are weird shadows and crazy shapes in the room that freak me out. And then from lack of sleep, those shapes and things move. I know its all in my head but this is what happens. Its so scary when your mind goes into this insomniac stage where you start imagining it. So I have to make sure that nothing is hiding behind that laundry hamper or behind the computer desk.

So now that I’ve shared my issues, why don’t you share one of your irrational fears here in the comments section?

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On Being a {paranoid} Mother

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

There’s so much shit that we stress and panic about as parents. Or maybe not really once you’ve been doing it for several years now… Except I totally do stress and panic.. STILL. I know that its normal to freak out. There’s so much wrong in the world. Cancer, illnesses, and there are those undetected illnesses/diseases. They all suck. And when something happens to your child, you go into lovable and friendly butterfly to a pissed off and protective mama bear.

So many children die either from cancer, prematurity, pneumonia and other diseases, so many children are in hospitals. As if we didn’t have enough to worry about. There’s all the daily stuff that happens in everyday life. “Holy hell, Jimmy just ingested a screw.” And “my daughter just split her lip open” Sooo much crap that they do or happens to them that worries the crap out of us. And we say they’re sending us to our early grave. Its crazy isn’t it? When mothering instincts kick in as you run (you totally feel like you’re never going to be there just in time) towards your child and they’re falling off their bike, or the stairs, or the top of the slide.

Holy effin crap Natalie just jumped from the couch to the floor and hit her head super hard. “Did she get a concussion” is the first thing that pops in my head. “Omgomgomg look at that bump!” I’m screaming to my Husband. “Relax” is all he tells me. Easy for him to say. He didn’t carry her inside HIS womb for nine whole months. Things like that happen all the time, I know I know. I should be used to it. I mean she’s a toddler after all. Is she going to make my heart beat like this every minute and feel like it will beat right out of your chest.

When you’re pregnant, MOST women do everything to avoid any harm to their unborn baby. I mean I totally didn’t fall off the bed when I was sleeping intentionally. You probably had those crazy dreams I had when I was pregnant.. *stop reading if you’re pregnant NOW* you know the ones.. The ones you can thank the lifetime channel and your anxiety too. Would you like for me to remind you? :sigh: The dreams where someone would break in your house/apartment/condo cut your belly open and take your baby. You see? I told you to stop reading. Anyway I would wake up yelling, crying and sweating. It seems that your anxiety goes up a notch once you become pregnant.

From you falling asleep at the most for ten minutes and your toddler making herself a “pretty princess” with a black Sharpie covering her legs, hands, arms, cheeks and lips with it and waking you up panicked. To that big ass swelled up spider bite that omgomgomgomg what kind of spider was it and spending over 100 dollars just for the doctor to tell you its not infected and that she’s just allergic. Well shit, now I have to freak out over any insect bite she gets. To omgomg she just got her foot stuck on the bottom rails of the coffee table and she can’t get out and hyperventilating. To what the hell do I feed her if she doesn’t want to eat today? Is something wrong with her? Oh and my daughter isn’t talking and she’s two years old. Does she need speech therapy? Google doesn’t help much when you’re a panicked mother looking for answers. Have you noticed? Don’t you dare to even google spider bites if your three year old just got bit by an unidentified spider.

My point is that… This is why I blog. This is why I use twitter. To reach out to those mothers googling the same thing I am. Offering a cyber hug. A (picture of a) good drink because they’re just so far away. To talk to other moms. And also… There’s just a sense of relief knowing that someone out there thousands of miles away from you, another mother is going through the same exact same thing. That You are not alone. See… While I’m not totally and completely alone because I have a lot of family… I just can’t talk to anyone about the things that are in my head. I feel judged by them. I feel that I’ll be criticized. That they’ll think I’m a bad mother. That it won’t be confidential.

I constantly get asked why I blog, why I twitter. Why I communicate with people all over the world. With mothers who totally get it. Like in a phone conversation I had earlier today with my gorgeous cousin Diana, she answered my question… She said “sometimes we want an unbiased answer/advice” and that’s my reason. Why I totally love her. Oh and she’s new to the blogging world. So go say hi and give her lots of bloggy love.

What was your first omgomgomg moment that involved your kids? Busting their heads open? Their first concussion?

Pamela

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