I'm a pessimist, which may go without saying, but there it is anyway.
I often run the worst case scenario in my head, because that way I won't be caught off guard. And more importantly, I won't waste precious time being happy and worry-free!!
Seriously though, I often jump to the wrong, and often inappropriate, conclusion when it comes to my girls comments or questions.
Today was a perfect example of just that.
A sandwich was delivered to our office after school. The delivery guy came to my desk for a signature, and as he was walking out, Megan ran over to me with a look of COMPLETE SHOCK. Of course, I interpreted it as a look of complete HORROR.
Meg: Mom! That guy had A DUCK through THE DOORWAY!!
My mind immediately jumped to the phrase, "Your barn door is open." Why, you ask? Probably BECAUSE I'M ODD!!! I mean, who can explain such a mental catapult?!
So because my mind jumped to the barn door (aka: Your fly is down.) I thought Meg had seen something of the delivery guy that she shouldn't have seen! So I asked for clarification, with fingers crossed.
Me: He had a WHAT?
And that's when she snapped me back into the reality of a 10 year old girl ...
Meg: He had TO DUCK through the DOORWAY, because he was SO TALL.
Me: Oh, right. That.
SERIOUSLY!! What is WRONG WITH ME?! As if "He's got a duck through the doorway" is reeeeally gonna be a new catch phrase for some indecent exposure from a regular run-of-the-mill sandwich delivery guy.
I so need therapy.