This is a week of fresh starts — new neighbors, the hubs is starting a new job and our beloved nanny Rossana is starting her job placement, the final step in her three-year struggle to be recognized as an RN in Canada. Big things. Great things, all of them. Our new neighbors seem very nice, Kerry’s job seems great and Maria, our new babysitter, is awesome. But I can’t help but think of this as the end of an era.
It’s like everything is growing up this week. My kids are forming potentially life-long bonds as we speak and Rossana is one step closer to getting the life in Canada she’s dreamed of. As for the hubs, he’s always been a career-focused kind of guy, but this new job stinks of potential and it’s such a great leap that I find myself a bit breathless waiting and watching his star rise.
Ninety five percent of me is saying out with the old and in with the new. But that nigley, anxiety-prone five percent is plagued with uncertainty about the future. What will happen when Rossana finally leaves? Will I be able to handle it? What if Kerry climbs the proverbial ladder so fast that he starts to travel 4 days a week and work 16 hour days (as he has in the past)? Can I keep up with my ambitious husband? And I’m so excited about little boys moving onto our street that I’ve made this into a monumental event — but what if our kids don’t get along with them?
Oh man, I’m such a worry wort. Five percent doesn’t sound like a lot, but it sure can wreak havoc on a girl with generalized anxiety disorder!
In an attempt to stop worrying about things I can’t control, I’m going to focus on the things I can instead. I’ve already baked cookies, so now it’s time to redecorate.
Here’s a picture of my office:
Now. What should I do with it???