I think I'm Paranoid

No, this post is not about my Rock Band awesomeness, although I do love the vocals and this is one of my favorite songs to sing because I actually know it. . . but I digress.

I am a total worry wart it's a genetic thing inherited from my Grandma. Just ask Dustin. I can take a normal little problem and turn it into a complete night's worth of angst. And the worst part is, once I start. . . I cannot stop. I just think of more outrageous things to freak out about. I literally have the most illogical thoughts some times. I try to keep it under control most of the time, but some days are just hopeless.

Case in point: About 2 weeks ago I was coming home from the park with the kids when the FedEx guy pulls up. My first thought? Hurry and close the garage door because he's probably going to forcibly take my keys and break into the house. Instead because I realize that while possible, the chances of this are slim, I kept getting out of the car. I've got Sadie on my hip, my purse, the bag full of sand stuff from the park, a bag full of snacks and water from the park and the lunch I picked up on the way home from the park and the FedEx man is approaching. Don't freak out don't freak out. Instead of knifing me he says, "This box is pretty heavy, do you want me to just set it somewhere?" I point to the closest corner of the garage and say thanks. What a nice guy. Sorry I thought you were going to mug me.

I then completely forget about the package until really late that night when Dustin comes in with the box open, "Do you know what's in here?" Oh my gosh, I have no idea what's in there. My mind immediately jumps to who knows where. Poison? Dead animals? Body parts? "Get it out of here! I don't want whatever it is in the house" I'm hoping it was just the late hour that was making me so irrational because it was just the PS3. Like I was going to guess that? Why would Dustin even ask me if I knew what was in there unless he was trying to rile me up on purpose?

So the next day I'm telling my sister the story and we're laughing at how insane I am sometimes when she tells me her story. My Aunt Kristine ordered her birthday present from China, so when a package arrived from China, Kathleen was pretty sure there was anthrax in it and didn't want to open it either. See? Totally genetic!

This did not help when I kept reading all these horrible things about kidnappings and murders in Mexico right before our trip. The taxi driver talking over his walkie talkie thing? Pretty sure he was planning our kidnapping and ransom. I didn't even want to leave the resort if I didn't have to, but I knew I was being totally irrational and ventured out for Dustin.

And we survived, but once we got home, Dustin kept making fun of me. So I started sending him articles about how dangerous Mexico is. Well guess what tidbit of information he comes home with one night?? Phoenix is the kidnapping capital of America. Second in the WORLD right after Mexico City. Just google it. It's true! So we totally have to move now.