So far I have no children, I was, in general, normal. My biggest concern was the question, what I will do in the evenings when "friends" will be removed from the ether.
My husband and I did what they wanted, the world was stable, safe and cozy - well, relatively. And then they appeared. Children. And all, the world has changed, has become a place full of horror and dangers. Now I am afraid of things that previously did not seem frightening to me.
Homemade baking
As long as I did not have children, I gladly bought Hand-Maid Pechenyushki at the fairs and tried everything. And then my children started. And I understood what I mean "help" in the kitchen (from which it is not going anywhere if you do something delicious).
Dirty fingers climb into softened oil. Nitly noses sneeze in dangerous proximity to the test. Babies have enough spoons, lick them and stick back into the finished cream. Easily. Well, even if my cute angels at such moments seem to me nasty, imagine now that I think about yours. So no, no home buns, never for anything.
Stay home alone
My husband often goes on a business trip, and when it is not, I sleep less than a newborn mother. Maternity has twisted my brain - now I jump on every rustle, and hear the threat in every sound.Once the husband returned home and found us half of the police department - I just wanted to make sure that the attackers do not go around the park, and the robber did not take place in the attic. They probably thought that my roof went. And she went, thanks to motherhood.
To fly
I used to love to fly on airplanes. View from the porthole, cinema, viniche, soft spilling - oh yeah. Earlier. But not now. Now I am more and more about the fish or a chicken, but about the fact that 10 kilometers is damn high. I bounce when the captain speaks something on the speakerphone, as I expect that he is about to offer life jackets.
My children stare in the portholes and pick up in the tablet, and I consider the ranks before an emergency exit and examine all passengers with addiction. And I am literally ready to kiss the land when we are safely lacing.
Banks and supermarkets
Once, when the son was completely tiny, I went to the bank, and, while I stood in line, I got the questions in the head: what if the robber appears, and the son will begin to scream, but I can't make him silenced? And what if the gangster kicks me, who will raise this cry? In short, the queue was long, and I managed to lose a few scenarios in my head, one more dramatic. So now I avoid both banks and supermarkets - just in case.Extreme sport
I have never been a fan of alloy on the piano on the Niagara Falls or the likely extreme entertainment. But one day my husband and I went on vacation and there decided to learn how to ride water skiing. I did not even have time to enjoy.
Because my mad Mamkin brain began modeling the worst situations - I'll fall, I screw my head, hemorrhage, a untimely end, my kids grow orphans and no one pins them a blanket for the night.
Walk around the city for the New Year
Even a 15 minute walk around the house - monstrous stress. The city is flooded with zombies that drank clearly more than a sparkling boilers. There is a carpet bombing with fireworks. No, I'll see the window.Metro, Elevators and Escalators
When I approach them, I am at the same time approaching the heart attack. Sooner or later, my cherubs will adjust the elevator doors. Or I will have time to squeeze into the car, and they are not, and the last thing I will see at the moment when the train will take me, there will be their frightened face. About what can happen on the escalator, even scary to think. I swear when they are 21 years old, I will also be panicked by the metro.
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