One day Frank went away and anxiety came out to play.

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Sometimes she’s crazy, but I love my Aunt Court

We all have a little bit of crazy in us. I know I do and those closest to me do as well. It’s part of what makes us, well, us! Would you like to hear a little bit of mine?

Frank went to his sisters a couple of weeks ago and I couldn’t go because I had a craft show and a Brody to wrangle. When I got back from dinner with the lovely Sue, I was certain someone was going to try and break into the house and was having major anxiety about it.

When I’m feeling such anxiety, I find it best to have a plan. What was my plan? Go stay at a friend’s house? Turn on all the lights? Ask someone to come stay? Take a deep breath and tell myself to get over it?

No. I put clothes on that I could sleep in but also run out the door (or through a window if needed), put my untied, laces loosened sneakers by the futon, put my car keys in my right coat pocket and my wallet and house keys in the left in case we had to leave quickly.  Then I dragged Brody’s bed downstairs, put his harness and leash with my coat and made him sleep by me downstairs. Why downstairs? There’s more exit options. I thought about having Brodsmontana sleep in his harness just in case, but that just didn’t seem nice to the pup.

I never claimed to be sane, but I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. If you’re wondering, he didn’t really care, although he rolled his eyes at me when I told him we had to be ready if there was a robber. He just likes to sleep next to his people. And he got a treat.

After a lot of water, gentle tv and eventual sleep, I felt much better the morning. I realize that my behavior wasn’t exactly what one would call “reasonable” and I thought about why I might have been so anxious. It’s not like Frank hasn’t gone away for the night before and I know that there’s no end to Brody trying to protect me. Besides, if someone broke in, Brody would scare them off before they even got close to us. He’s that good, er loud.

I think that it might have been the spice drops I munched on during the day. I’ve had similar anxiety episodes after eating many cheap jelly beans (I’m assuming it’s the coloring used? I could be wrong.) and well, spice drops have a LOT of coloring in them. At least that’s what I’m going with this time.

Tell me about a time you were less than sane? Make me feel a little closer to normal 😉

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About Court

I spend a lot of time on the pool deck and making treats in my kitchen amongst other things.
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7 Responses to One day Frank went away and anxiety came out to play.

  1. Sue says:

    You’re already aware of my crazy. Luckily for me, you still like me. 🙂

    I have found as I have gotten older, and maybe a little wiser, that after an initial anxious reaction, I’m able to keep from necessarily acting on my anxiety. I’m much better at riding it out than I once was.

  2. roneydapony1 says:

    The last time B was gone I slept with the nail scissors (smaller and sharper than regular scissors) next to the bed in case someone broke in. I also do the clothing thing too. Don’t want to meet an intruder nekkid!

  3. roneydapony1 says:

    Ok hopefully my previous comment went though. We are kindred spirits friend!

  4. roneydapony1 says:

    My previous comment did NOT go through. Ok so you are not crazy. Last time B was gone I slept with the nail scissors (sharper and smaller than the regular scissors) next to my bed. My cat would be useless in an emergency. I also panic and send him texts about various house/cat things that I need a second opinion on (does the cat’s eye always look like that.. her head is hot is that normal…etc)

  5. roneydapony1 says:

    Oh yeah. there it is. Now we’re onto FOUR comments. Doing great here. lol

  6. Robbie says:

    I still get anxious, really anxious when alone and walking up the basement steps by myself. I’m always afraid someone will grab me even though there is no way to break into the basement. Same thing when I’m locking the sunroom door at night. I’m afraid to turn around for fear someone will be standing there watching me. And you thought you were unreasonable.

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