I’m a worrier.
I can’t help it, I’ve worried since I was a little girl and I’ve had to really really try hard not to show the children how much I worry sometimes. When I was little, I used to worry about the kitchen cupboards falling off the walls in the kitchen if my Dad bought too many tins!
I think poor Master Frugal has inherited my worry gene as he often worries about little things and has a bit of a tendency to blow things out of proprotion in his head until he gets himself all wound up.
To help him deal with his worries, I bought him a set of Guatamalan Worry Dolls for £2.99 from a craft stall I came across the other day. If you don’t know what Worry Dolls are, they’re tiny dolls who you tell your worries too and put them in their little bag under your pillow at night. The doll is traditionally thought to worry in place of the person worrying and in the morning, all worries will be gone.
Our set has seven worry dolls, six of which have already been assigned a worry by Master Frugal:
- What if the dog gets poisoned by chocolate?
- What if I’m naughty tomorrow?
- What if my family gets hurt?
- I don’t want to go back to school in case ???? is mean to me again! (whole other story – naughty bully boy being mean to half the class).
- What if the dinner ladies make me eat mashed potato? (He’s not even on school dinners anymore)
- What if I don’t like being on holiday?
Apparently, he can feel himself getting happier and the dolls’ magic is making him tingle so they must be working 😉
Doll number 7 has been given the night off as he’s worried about squashing dolls 1 through to 6 while they’re under his pillow. He’s saving number 7 in case he needs to tell it about his worry of squashing the rest of it’s family!
