Sometimes when I’m home all alone I think some pretty crazy thoughts. I used to have these thoughts when I lived alone in South Carolina. If I died over the weekend how long would it take before my body was discovered?? It was not uncommon for me to get home on a Friday afternoon and not see or speak to another soul until I went back to work on Monday morning- sad but true. The other day I was walking down the stairs and my foot slipped off the step. I grabbed onto the banister and caught myself before I fell. As this was happening I thought to myself what if I fell down the stairs and died. This got me thinking in a more general way about what would happen if I died. Wal is away until the end of the week. Squidge is at school. I could be at the bottom of the stairs until someone came looking for me. The only thing is, who would? The school would try my mobile and I wouldn’t answer (I’m dead at the bottom of the stairs remember!) They would then try Wal but he’s out of the country. He’d try my mobile and then he would try the home phone. Who else would he call? Who would find my dead body at the bottom of the stairs?? What if Wal and I get into a car accident and both die while Squidge is at school? We don’t have a third emergency contact so they wouldn’t have anyone else to call. Squidge would end up in Social Services. It scares me half to death thinking of these things. I guess what I’m saying is I need to get off my ass get get a will written up. Would I want Squidge raised in the UK by her English Godparents? Would I want to send her to America to be raised by my sister (the best damn mama I know!)? I guess Wal and I need to sit down and sort all this out. All this from a little inconsequential slip on the stairs.
Do you have thoughts that lead you down crazy (or not) paths?? Have you written your will already? Please tell me I’m not the only weirdo out there!