Ahhhh Freak Out!

So typically I am a calm and rational person.  Even in the midst of a crisis I tend to remain objective and am not easily frustrated.  Typically.  However, every now and then I have a lot going on and my brain is full I have a brief anxiety episode.  With this whole graduation, moving, starting a new chapter in my life thing going on and repeatedly questioning whether I made the right decision, it was only a matter of time before I had a little bit of a freak out.  This particular freak out is brought to you by my adorable Labrador Thor.

See?  Isn't he adorable?  Anyway, this precious pooch of mine came down to my room whining about 2:30 a.m. this morning.  Very out of character because he never whines.  He looked at me with sad eyes and I asked "what's wrong buddy?"  Of course he didn't answer seeing as how he's a dog and all but I figured he just needed to go outside.  I let him outside and he went straight for the water bowl which was a solid block of ice given that it was 24 degrees outside.  So I brought him back in and got him a bowl of water.  He drank the entire thing and then gave me the Oliver Twist "A little more sir" face.  Ok, here's a second bowl.  Drank that whole thing too and again the Oliver Twist eyes.  Then I remembered that he had been extra thirsty the other night too.  Ok, so its not that big of a deal but let me set this up for you.... Its 2:30 a.m. and my dog who never whines comes to my room and starts whining.  At the time I'm reading an amazing book (The Kite Runner) but I'm at a very doom and gloom part of the book.  I have a list a mile long of things I need to do tomorrow and then after 2 full bowls of water I'm still getting the Oliver Twist face.  So yes, this is when I have my break from rational thought.  I start googling why my dog is extra thirsty and the results are freaking me out.  Diabetes?! Kidney failure?! Thor baby, what is wrong with you?!  

Alright, I'm wide awake now and having quite a moment.  No one else is awake and since I'm the only one who doesn't have to get up early I should put on my big girl panties and deal with this.  And by dealing with this I mean writing a crazed note to my mom explaining how I think our dog may be dying and asking if I should take him to the vet in the morning.  Here's a picture of the note and what it says...

"Mom I'm worried about Thor.  He keeps drinking more and more water.  Woke me up to get some in the middle of the night.  Bunch of websites say it is a sign of kidney failure! Should I take him to the vet?  My whole 'always calm' thing has vanished b/c its 2:30 a.m. and I'm worried about my sweet baby.  I'll never make it as a mother.  But more importantly should I call the vet?  Please wake me up when you read this.  <3 your concerned daughter who should never have real children (Molly)  

P.S.  His tail is wagging so that's good but what if he's just putting on a brave front because he knows I'm worried?!"

These are not the words of a mentally sound person and in the logical and sane light of day I realize that I may have overreacted just a tad.  Ok, a lot.  But the good thing is I've had my moment of crazy and can now move on  and tackle everything else that is pressing and demanding my time.  Here's to making it to the middle of the week and good mental health!

Oh and by the way, if you've never read "The Kite Runner" pick it up.  I'm about halfway through and its amazing so far.  Hopefully the ending will prove just as good.