Life Narrated

Control freak


As I type this article, I have my washing machine running and I am praying that it goes well. You see, just moments ago as I drained the bathtub, the toilet in the master bath began bubbling. In other words, something is clogged up. But I needed to do a load or two of laundry. My husband encouraged me to go ahead and try and “see what happens”. His logic is that maybe the washing machine will run and as it drains, it will push through whatever is clogging the pipe. Maybe it will. Maybe he’s got a good perspective on things and I’m just being negative. I am less optimistic in this scenario because, unfortunately, we have had many visits from the plumber in the past for clogged toilets. I am really worried we will get just the opposite result my husband foresees. I’m afraid we will need to have a visit from Mr. Roto-Rooter tomorrow to cure the situation. In the meantime, I am sweating it!

That seems to be how life goes, isn’t it? Everything is moving along, everyone is fine and then, BAM, a clogged toilet. Or BAM, a flat tire. Crisis never seems to come at a convenient time does it? If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Over the Christmas break for me, it was food poisoning. Then shortly after that, I had a case of thrush. Not long after we all got back to our regular schedules, my husband got the flu. I am crossing my fingers and hoping we are done with illnesses for a while. (Now, if we can just get through the next twenty-four hours without a plumbing crisis!)

I really don’t like surprises. I am a planner by nature and prefer to feel like I have some semblance of control over things in life. But while I have learned the lesson many times over the years that I really do not have any control at all over most things, I still like to think that I do. Or at least I try to pretend that I do!

As time goes on, I learn more every year how much of a control freak I really am. I like towels folded in such a way that they fit into the cabinets well. I have to have all the open apps closed out on my phone before I put it up for the night. I have to close all the open screens and get back to the desktop screen on my computer before I shut it down for the night. It’s all about order and trying to make things feel complete and ‘done’ before I am able to move on. I guess that’s why I do a lot of things the way I do them. What about you? Are you able to relax and enjoy life as it comes or are you a bit of a control fanatic like me?


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