I worry a lot.
My husband is always telling me, “Stop worrying.” But then I worry about worrying.
It’s very worrisome.
My biggest worry is probably the same as most parents out there: my children. What they’re eating? What they’re watching? How much they’re eating? How much they’re watching? Are they learning enough at home? Are they learning enough at school? Do they have friends? Do they feel loved?
And for crying out loud, are they ever going to stop picking their noses?