I live in a little loft with a bedroom mezzanine. Brian will only go upstairs if we ask him to come (good dog!). This is this morning's scenario:
Husband: Brian, here boy.
Me: Come on Brian, come see mommy.
Me: Um, what is that noise?
Husband: Oh no, Brian fell in the stairs!
Husband: Brian is limping.
Me: Oh my God, I'm freaking out! I'm calling the vet.
Husband: Honey relax! It is nothing.
Me: What?New Year holidays??? No vet? My baby is hurt!
Where I'm going with that story is that I fear that the day we will have a kid (in about 2-3 years), I will be the kind of overprotecting mother who is borderline paranoiac. Brian only has a sore paw and it was the end of the world. What will happen when my kid will fall off his bike. Will I go to the ER and wait 8 hours for a little scratch? Sometimes I wonder if I have what it takes to be a good mom! Well, only the future will tell.
On a crafty note, this is my new patchwork scarf inspired by Little Red Caboose's Little Scarf. I really like her Matryoshka dolls and if I'm fast enough with my credit card, maybe one day, I will get my hands on one of her beautiful creations.