^My teaching colleagues always knew when I was stressing over my forward plan, when I came in with lots of homebaking.
Plenty cakes, but no forward plan^
You do make me giggle Marydoll! Talk about displacement there (or should it be procrastination?)
I’m a bit of a worrier. Not much (luckily) but health issues do spook me - waiting for test results etc. Fortunately, as far as I know I’m in good health. But still.
I think it’s a learned response. My dad died at 47y after 18 months illness with bowel cancer. I was 22y and pregnant with our first child. I went to pieces.
I read once that a mother can only be as happy as her unhappiest child. I’m a softie and I have found that, over the years, to be true.
When I’m anxious I don’t eat. I love food but I ‘shut down’ if I’m stressed.
You can tell I’m happy these days, I’m plump! (Oh dear, I don’t want to hex things).