Bell Curve Of Terror

My husband pointed out last week, when I apologized for freaking beyond all belief over a dead cricket, that he's glad I only freak over little things. That he thinks I'm good in a "real" emergency.

Thus, we have the Bell Curve Of Terror. At the low end, I'm all calm. In the middle, I go nuts. At the high end (truly scary emergencies), I'm all calm. A little more stressed, but at least quiet and organized. Yay for me! And reassuring for the man that leaves me alone with small children every day :)


LOL! The Bell Curve of Terror! That's too funny.

I'm good in tough situations, but I'm freaking out on the inside! I just hide it well, and fall apart later when it's all over.

When my dad finally passed after that awful two weeks, I just was not myself for ages. The stress of that two weeks and the years of his care caught me all at once.

I think it would be better if I could freak out just a little bit to let off steam...

*note to self, don't send Lucy dead crickets*

Leni | 03/02/2007 - 01:19 PM
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