Control Freak, Me?
Okay, so I have come to accept that I am a bit of a control freak. And I know I have a tendency to plan things to death (hey, I am capable of changing plans – I am flexible). But you know what? Sometimes you just have a gut feeling that something is a bad idea. I get talked out of that gut feeling way too often.
So, I had mentioned that we had travel plans and that my son had travel plans. Well, being the control freak that I am, I just didn’t want my son in the house while I was 10 hours away. Is that so wrong?
You know all the pre-trip preparations I’m sure we all go through: you turn up the air conditioner, close the blinds, stop the mail and newspaper, make sure the garage door is down and the front door is locked, etc. (Maybe just control freaks go through this???) I wanted to know that all of that stuff remained done. Now, who do you trust to make sure that the long list got done and remained done? Would you trust the person who managed to get home from camp with only the clothes that remained on the floor of the cabin? I don’t think so. (Let me insert here that I love my son very, very much and he is a great kid.)
In the plan-before-bedbugs, he was only going to be in town twelve hours. He was going to spend the night with a friend and have no need to go into our house. Now he was going to be home for three days after we leave. Ugh. Luckily for me, he went to visit is brother (and his girl friend) for a day. Then there was a lock-in at the church the night we left which left only about 36 hours that he would be in town. It would be too much to hope that he would find no reason to come home, right?
Of course I was out of town the 36 hours that he was in town so I don’t really know what happened or how much he was in the house. I assume he came home to sleep after the lock-in. All I know is that I had one of those gut feelings. So after he was safely on the plane to Costa Rica I called my wonderful friend Penny (as my husband rolled his eyes at me). I asked her if she could run by my house to make sure the garage door was down and the doors were locked. I also asked her to run by the church to make sure my son’s car was locked. Am I too much of a control freak? I think NOT!
Penny later called with the good news and the bad news. The good news was that his car was locked up tight and the windows were rolled up. The bad news – our front door was unlocked. I’m sticking with my gut feelings!
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