Random Worry
2009 August 8
I was dozing off last night when a terrifying thought wrenched me from sleep’s tender embrace, shaking me wildly and smacking me soundly across the face in alarm. “How will I tell if my hypothetical child has a fever? I mean, my mom could apparently tell I was feverish just by placing her hand on my forehead; I don’t have that kind of folksy medicinal knowledge! I don’t even have a reliable thermometer on hand in this apartment—what kind of mother is so unprepared!?” I seriously fretted for a while before falling asleep.
Um . . . considering we haven’t even decided on kids and are just on the cusp of being married, shouldn’t I be worried about centerpieces or something like that?
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