The girls, particularly Caitlyn, have loved doing cross country this year. And I have enjoyed getting to know the coach’s wife. She is so sweet and she is one tough cookie…she has been to just about every practice and meet while wrangling three small children and being overdue with baby number 9.
Well baby #9, their second girl, finally came!!! And it is time to sign up to bring meals. I have taken meals to tons of people over the years. It has always brought me so much joy. Until Patrice came. And then, like everything else, the joy got twisted into anxiety and stress.
But I shoved down as much of my anxiety and signed up for a meal as quickly as I could before the anxiety freaked me out again…and then laid awake worrying last night.
What if I don’t cook enough for a family of 11 (yes, I understand the baby won’t actually be eating what I bring), what if I accidently include a food allergen, then they will have to cook for some of the family anyway and it won’t really help, and is butter a dairy allergen, and what if they don’t eat pork?
All of this has put my anxiety at high alert. And it is still at high alert. I’m not even signed up to take the meal until October 22. Thinking about it makes me want to vomit. Repeatedly.
I have shoved down this fear and anxiety more times than I can count and I still have weeks to go.
Anxiety is a jerk. A big jerk.Survive til you Thrive!