Panic Attacks

Sometimes I have these little panic attacks. I get really upset and I think that whatever I am upset about is a REALLY big deal. Then, I usually call either my mom, my sister, or my Mikey to vent.

Mom's general response:
I'm too busy to listen to your drama. Calm down. It's not the end of the world.

Michaela's general response:
Uh huh. Oh.... Alright, well, I have to go get food before the caf closes.
Michaela's response in the case that I called to bitch about someone: Stupid bitch! I would have punched him/her in the face! Gah! I can't even believe that...

Mikey's general response:
I'm sorry honey. Try to look at the bright side. It will all be OK.

So today when I had a little melt down I try to stay tough until the boys were no longer in my car. And then the second they got out I called up my mom. She made a joke about my car accident and didn't seem to notice I was upset. So I got off the phone.

and then I imagined calling my sister and having a bitch fest, but I wasn't really in the mood.

AND THEN

I realized that I was way more worked up than I should have been. I had just spent at least 2 hrs holding back tears when I could have been having another Journey jam sesh.
The best part is that I realized that the whole reason I was having this panic attack is because the hubs decided marrying me would be worth all of the drama that comes with. The drama from trying to fit in to a whole new family, and most of all the drama that just comes along with spending any time with me. I'm a pretty lucky gal. Sometimes I don't think I'm worth it. For some some crazy reason he thinks I am. Thank you for giving me such a patient man, God.