An Angus post just to even things out
Angus has grown up exhibiting a lot of my anxiety-related traits. He sometimes obsesses over things. He needs to know what's happening next. He's not comfortable with uncertainty. Now since he's - unlike me - a boy, and - very unlike me - athletic, playing sports has helped with a lot of this. He's come extremely far in terms of confidence and self-esteem, which is nice. But he's still asked me every day this week if he's sleeping over at his friend Noah's on Thursday night and if I've talked to Noah's mother and learned any additional details of which he should be apprised immediately, if not sooner.
Today I got an email from his English teacher that the Scholastic order had come in and, though he said he pre-ordered the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book, she didn't have a form for him.
I stared, aghast, at the computer screen. I remembered him attacking me with the form and demanding that we order the book two months ago so that he could get it on the first day it came out. I had visions of him melting down in the middle of the classroom. I emailed the teacher back that we had absolutely ordered the book and to let me know if she didn't have one for him so I could go to Indigo and pick one up.
Then I wondered if I should go before I picked him up from school, or if we could go after I picked him up. Then I thought, wait. I know I haven't been feeling totally right this week - Eve was sick and we were shut in last week and, well, it's November. I need to call someone and run this by them so I know if I'm overreacting.
No one was home.
So I called the school and got them to tell Angus to call home.
He was not upset in the least. I told him we could go to Indigo and get a copy and he said "we already ordered it, why would we buy another one? Just wait until they figure it out."
Angus is a hundred percent fine. I, on the other hand, am in dire need of something which clearly I have not yet been prescribed.
Today I got an email from his English teacher that the Scholastic order had come in and, though he said he pre-ordered the new Diary of a Wimpy Kid book, she didn't have a form for him.
I stared, aghast, at the computer screen. I remembered him attacking me with the form and demanding that we order the book two months ago so that he could get it on the first day it came out. I had visions of him melting down in the middle of the classroom. I emailed the teacher back that we had absolutely ordered the book and to let me know if she didn't have one for him so I could go to Indigo and pick one up.
Then I wondered if I should go before I picked him up from school, or if we could go after I picked him up. Then I thought, wait. I know I haven't been feeling totally right this week - Eve was sick and we were shut in last week and, well, it's November. I need to call someone and run this by them so I know if I'm overreacting.
No one was home.
So I called the school and got them to tell Angus to call home.
He was not upset in the least. I told him we could go to Indigo and get a copy and he said "we already ordered it, why would we buy another one? Just wait until they figure it out."
Angus is a hundred percent fine. I, on the other hand, am in dire need of something which clearly I have not yet been prescribed.
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2. This one made me LOL. Good for Angus for being so chill. I would have totally reacted the same as you!
I have inherited this from my father and passed in on to Panic Barfer, my son.
It's two sided: we are all well organized, and helpful in an emergency (not so much 3.5, but he will be someday) because we've already envisioned it. But, if no emergency is forthcoming, we just look a bit *woo woo*.And are fairly insufferable while we walk around chanting about doom and gloom and the sky falling.
I can see how sports / activity would help with this. I feel much less stressed after I've worked up a sweat.
Hope you get the book!
Then again, sometimes she's really not calm and level-headed. Usually when I'm not stressed out enough. The rule seems to be, someone should stress out.