Sometimes I worry.

Sometimes I get a little stressed.  I will admit it.  I am the kind of person who worries.  I worry about my kids and how they are doing, am I doing right by them, that sort of thing.  I worry about money, will we have enough to do all the extra the things we would like to do.  I worry about getting an affordable place to live (with enough rooms and in a good neighbourhood) when our lease is up.  I worry about our friend and will he ever get it together enough to be out on his own supporting himself in a place of his own.  I worry.  Sometimes I lay in bed and worry.  It is silly.  There is nothing to be accomplished by it and most days there are moments of pure bliss where I sit in my untidy living room with the latest snacks and toys strewn about and my untidy clothes and hair with three small children all in my lap loving on me and I can let all the worries go and just enjoy the moment.  Until I go to bed and worry some more in the darkness.