Thinking too much

I suppose this feeling is nothing new. The more I travel the more and more I have these thoughts.

I am a worrier. I have OCD. I measure safety all the time. I am a type A personality. I make lists...lots of lists.

I have been this way my entire life.

Eight years ago this Mother's Day weekend...I became a MOTHER! Everything that I am tripled!

I think about mortality all the time...but not so much in the sense of "I hope my children and husband know that I loved them" "I hope I was a good mother"...more like...I hope to GOD my husband remembers that Ava's recital is at the end of the month along with her pre-school graduation and Eli's last day of school is on the 26th and he has Fun Day and it's Free Dress!

Will he know how much is left on the daycare card...lunch card...that they have a dentist appointment and Ava needs a physical before August? Will he brush Ava's hair? I should have shown him how to braid hair.

Does he know my passwords for my email accounts, Facebook, Paypal, Blogger, Photobucket?

I am consumed. Time to pack my bags and make my lists.

Then I remember...I think too much!