So tired

To be honest, I'm tired.  The weekend was great, but the worry and concern that led up to it began a while ago.  I am well known for being over-protective regarding the children.  I imagine many  traumatic scenarios whenever they are away from me.  So many different factors have to all be correct to keep them safe..the driver of the bus having had enough sleep the previous night to be able to keep alert, the weather being decent enough to not cause problems, the sensible behaviour of other people in the accommodation, the avoidance of  that one dodgy person lurking on the street, the non-encounter with a dangerous dog, etc, etc, the list is endless, but my mind still goes through it.

Wednesday is my busiest day, so this is adding to my tiredness.  My work is home based, but midweek I venture out of my comfy zone for the morning to work in the next village.  Negotiating the roundabout is a task.   I do enjoy driving, but I worry that I will do something silly to result in holding up the traffic.  Hubby says I worry too much about what other people think... that I should manoeuvre in my own time, not theirs!  By the time I leave the house, my confidence is built and I deal with the roundabout, no problems. 

Why can't I experience life without the predictable palpitation peaks?!

Laters..