The following post is written as part of a blogging-world writing prompt. Kat over at http://mamakatslosinit.blogspot.com/ (a hilarious momma I blog-stalk), gives a few prompts to choose from each week and folks get to write about them and share. I have read many so far, but this is my first time participating....which leads me to my first fear....
1. I suck at writing.
Mostly this blog is just me ranting and raving about Mommy life. I don't get much adult conversation during the day, so I don't care about grammar, punctuation or really even content. Its more about venting, and it's cheaper than Prozac. So I fear, that when people actually do read my entries, they think, "eh, BOR-ING."
I know this is a weird one. But with pea-sized brains, scratchy feet and sharp beaks, these creatures are a recipe for evil. And, as an added bonus, they carry avian bird flu. AWESOME.
I am not too neurotic about this, but this fear is definitely fueled by those damn Lysol commercials. You know, the ones where you "see" the virus spread from the toilet, to the hands, to the door nob, to the crayons, to the (ahhhh. must stop or will spend the next 2 hours spraying remotes and door nobs).
Completely irrational, yes, I know. But my sis and I have a pretty spooky story about how we both frequently saw the same mysterious woman throughout our childhood (often in our house) and neither of us told each other about it until we were teenagers. My parents, who think we are nuts, never saw her.
5. My car will run out of gas.
I can't let the tank go below a quarter full. I start to sweat when that happens. Can't wait for the day when a own a fully electric car...though I will probably just worry about running out of battery juice....
6. I won't be able to have more children.
Again this is pretty irrational. I was also worried we wouldn't have our first child, so we started trying a little earlier than we planned. He was conceived THE FIRST MONTH we tried. My husband likes to brag about this, claiming his super-sperm only needs "one shot." I guess if they are that "super" I have nothing really to worry about, but I would like Noah to have a little bro or sis someday.
Another child will only add to my list of fears, which brings me to my next one:
7. Noah will:
choke, suffocate, be kidnapped, fall out of his high chair, drown in the bathtub, contract tuberculosis, be exposed to too much violence on t.v, become one of those teenage boys who wears girl's skinny jeans, etc.
8. I will outlive my child and husband.
Too morbid and horrible for explanation.
9. Any part of a fish will touch any part of me.
This one is sort of under the same line as birds, except that instead of sharp, pointy appendages, they have slimy, scaly ones. The thought of any fish (even a nice, sweet one like Nemo) brushing up against me makes my skin crawl.
On a side note, my husband and I went to Bora Bora for our honeymoon. AMAZING place to snorkel. He was a little frustrated at my opting for the "glass bottom boat adventure." Did I also mention he likes to surf? Poor guy. Hey, Bri, if you read this... I am still waiting for a swimming body-bubble (think giant space suit) to be invented. Then, it's sooooo on.
10. I will never complete my book which I started 3 years ago.
Which brings me back to fear #1. But hey, someday I might get there. Let's start with the small things. Maybe I should first try standing next to a bird, or put my toe in the ocean.....does it count if I wear a flipper?