Worry Wart
If you'd been in my kitchen around 8:15 last night, you'd have overheard this conversation: Me: "What if he's getting sick again and he doesn't get to enjoy his party?" Him: "Are you all worried about THAT now? He just has a cough." (implying previous trends of worry from me) Me: "I'm his mom. It's my job to worry. SOMEBODY has to worry about it." (Implying previous trends of NO worry from him...) Him: "No. Somebody doesn't. You don't HAVE to worry about anything." Me: (grumbles under breath...) Him: "Seriously, we've never once has a situation in our lives when your worrying and stressing out actually wound up being warranted. We've never experienced ANYthing that didn't end up okay..." I had no rebuttal. He's right. I'm a worry wart by nature. I worry about everything. I can turn a mole hill into a mountain faster than I can snap my fingers. It's just my human inclination.