Worry, Worry, Worry

I am one of those people who doesn't have to worry about not having anything to worry about. This week for example I was able to pick and choose my worries from a list that is getting longer everyday. For example:
My mom (is she going to die on me any day?)
My dad who is feeble and can hardly get around
My mentally ill brother with his delusions and voices whispering to him constantly
My job with all of the new policy changes and restrictions
My daughter and her unstable life
My granddoggie who may have cancer again
My husband who puts up with me and his ungrateful daughter
My daughter's old piece of crap car gave out...the engine is barely running
I traded cars with my daughter until she can get a new one and I am driving the piece of crap
THE LIST GOES ON

So now my daughter is going to not only move to Norfolk....but Little Shit is moving in with her! Not only is Little Shit (Yeah this is my new name for him) moving in with her, but his twin brother and another girl are moving in too. The more the merrier I guess! Well at least with all of them sharing the rent it should be less expensive and I guess that is what counts right now. It should be interesting to see what living with Little Shit everyday will be like. According to my sources he is a bit intimated by my daughter. He usually dates younger women...women who are not really women...yet ...19 or 20 you just have not lived long enough to have any gumption. My daughter makes demands..ha ha. He is not use to that because he is the one use to making the demands. His insecurities are showing!

Well, let me see what I can add to the worry list this week.

Tick, Tick, Tick...boom!

I find myself in that state of unease again worrying about ... what else ... my daughter.

She bought her first house two years ago when the real estate market was booming. She saved money for a down payment and once she moved in she painted all the rooms and re-did the kitchen. She has spent quite a bit of time making the house her own with her unique personal touches. Now she knew when she bought it she would have to have a roommate. The first roommate was a girl from the mountains of VA. She accepted a teaching position here in Hampton Roads and stayed through the mid part of last summer. The roommate she has now is really great. It is actually a very good friend of hers. She has been offered a job in Charlotte, NC so she gave her 60 day's notice last week. Now here we go again looking for another roommate. If it was just the roommate situation I wouldn't have all this anxiety. You see, we live inland from most of Hampton Roads. The inner cities of VA Beach, Chesapeake and Norfolk are across the water, a distance of 30-45 miles. Not many people want to live in Suffolk and drive across the water to work anymore with the way gas prices are now. My daughter is seriously considering trying to find another job with a larger base pay, renting out the house and moving in closer to the coast. So I am telling her, "One thing at a time." Find a roommate first, start looking for another job and be realistic that in this economy it will take you some time to find a better job and then decide what to do about the house." She tells me that her gas bill for the month is almost like having another mortgage payment, so I can understand her dilemma; that and the fact that when she bought the house she was more settled then, than she is now. She was sill seeing DICKWEED and really thought she had a future with him. Now she is restless and just does not know what to do with herself, but she knows she needs a change.

I woke up this morning with that sick feeling in my stomach again.