Worry Monger
Tonight was the second night in a row we had dinner with friends from the apartment complex. Last night I cooked chicken satay, tonight they cooked pho.
Both nights have been great. It is nice to be around people and feel like we have more than just each other - husband and wife - in this sandpit.
It's not easy making friends here. Dubai is quite big and spread out. Add to that the foreigners here are rather cliquey and this place becomes a massive middle school you never wanted to see again.
I've never lived abroad where it's been this difficult to make friends.
I don't work outside the home, so that's problem number one. My husband isn't too fussed about meeting people at work either. So that leaves me to actively search for friendships at Internations events or some other forced meetup that always ends up feeling very awkward.
One year in, and it's like we just moved here yesterday.
But these past couple of nights have done wonders for my loneliness. Last night everyone got a bit jolly and had more wine that they'd anticipated. I watched as each person downed and filled another glass, not in envy, but in wonder - then worry - about whether or not they'd be feeling the pain tomorrow - particularly my better half.
In fact I found myself awake in the middle of the night worrying about it. Not wanting to move too much in fear of waking him up, knowing that a drunken night's sleep is not a good one.
This morning, as I made his coffee, I was hoping he wasn't going to be in a state. I held my breath as he slowly woke to take his first sips of coffee.
"You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I feel fine. Thanks for the coffee babe."
_______
WTF was I worrying about? I NEVER WORRY about whether or not he's going to have a hangover. That's his business. He's a grown man who makes his own decisions, right?
So why was I losing sleep over this? Losing actual sleep!
It made me wonder if I'm becoming a "worrier" already. Is this where my life path has decided to take me? Down worrier lane?
Does some weird hormone kick in and suddenly make you Ms. Worrying Wendy?
Two things I fear most is being a worry and a nag. And I'm even starting to hear myself nag as well. Who am I becoming only 13.5 weeks into pregnancy?!
I've got to fix this.
xo Jenea
- Everything's always okay in the end, and if it's not, then it's not the end.
Both nights have been great. It is nice to be around people and feel like we have more than just each other - husband and wife - in this sandpit.
It's not easy making friends here. Dubai is quite big and spread out. Add to that the foreigners here are rather cliquey and this place becomes a massive middle school you never wanted to see again.
I've never lived abroad where it's been this difficult to make friends.
I don't work outside the home, so that's problem number one. My husband isn't too fussed about meeting people at work either. So that leaves me to actively search for friendships at Internations events or some other forced meetup that always ends up feeling very awkward.
One year in, and it's like we just moved here yesterday.
But these past couple of nights have done wonders for my loneliness. Last night everyone got a bit jolly and had more wine that they'd anticipated. I watched as each person downed and filled another glass, not in envy, but in wonder - then worry - about whether or not they'd be feeling the pain tomorrow - particularly my better half.
In fact I found myself awake in the middle of the night worrying about it. Not wanting to move too much in fear of waking him up, knowing that a drunken night's sleep is not a good one.
This morning, as I made his coffee, I was hoping he wasn't going to be in a state. I held my breath as he slowly woke to take his first sips of coffee.
"You feeling okay?"
"Yeah, I feel fine. Thanks for the coffee babe."
_______
WTF was I worrying about? I NEVER WORRY about whether or not he's going to have a hangover. That's his business. He's a grown man who makes his own decisions, right?
So why was I losing sleep over this? Losing actual sleep!
It made me wonder if I'm becoming a "worrier" already. Is this where my life path has decided to take me? Down worrier lane?
Does some weird hormone kick in and suddenly make you Ms. Worrying Wendy?
Two things I fear most is being a worry and a nag. And I'm even starting to hear myself nag as well. Who am I becoming only 13.5 weeks into pregnancy?!
I've got to fix this.
xo Jenea
- Everything's always okay in the end, and if it's not, then it's not the end.
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