Anxiety Much?

I promised myself that I would always be honest here, so here goes...a sneak peak into my crazy side.

There I was, walking through the grocery store, when my phone rang.   It was Matt.  No big deal (not that you aren't a big deal, honey.  I promise you are a big deal.)  The conversation went kind of as follows...

Me:  Hey do we have flour?

Matt:  Yup.

Me:  Do we have sugar?

Matt: Yup.

Me:  How about brown sugar?

Matt:  Nope, no brown sugar.

Both of us:  Blah blah blah....

Matt:  Well, I got stung by a wasp for the first time ever.  Apparently I'm not allergic to them.

Me:  What?!  You got stung?!

Matt:  Yeah.  It sucked.  Will you see if they sell wasp spray at Hy-Vee?

Conversation over.  I finished my shopping and then made my way toward home.

As I pulled into the neighborhood all of a sudden I thought about the comment "Apparently I'm not allergic to them."  My mind started to go to places that I never would have imagined.  What if he WAS allergic to them?  What if it was a delayed reaction?  What if he wasn't ok?  He'd never been stung before...we had no way of knowing.  I prayed as I drove.  I knew I was being crazy, but I couldn't help it.

I walked into the house and announced that I was home....no answer.  

I said his name a few extra times....no answer.

My heart raced as I made my way up the stairs two at a time.

There he was, putting away laundry in our closet.  He hadn't fallen victim to anaphylactic shock from a wasp sting.  He was ok.  He was alive.

I cried.  

What the heck had just happened?  Why did I freak over something so incredibly ridiculous?  Its never happened before.  I hope it never happens again.

Its crazy what losing a child will do to you.

Sigh...deep breath...