A worried Mom

Tomorrow, Emmah goes in for her MRI. My heart tells me everything is going to be fine, where my head keeps filling up with doubts. I am not usually a "worry wart," but when it concerns my family, I am. I lost it yesterday. I was on the phone with my sister, and noticed that Bosston put something in his mouth. Fortunately, since he doesn't usually do this, as soon as I squeezed his cheeks, he spit out a penny. I hung up the phone, and just cried. I cried for 30 minutes right there on my kitchen floor. My poor kids thought I had lost it, and for a short time, they were right. As moms we are all entitled to "lose it" at one point or another. It has been a really long week, and to top things off, I am supposed to be getting my family ready for vacation next week. I am really anxious for that to start, so once tomorrow morning is over and we are in the clear, things will start to look up, I just know it. Thanks for listening.