Dropped Etch A Sketch

My mother lost her marbles.  I would feed her.  Seeing how her intellectual slate had been wiped clean nearly as quickly as a dropped etch a sketch...I would be reminded of all her sweating of the small stuff  to achieve the results she would  never remember..

And you know, I do the same thing..I get anxious in advance of events that never happen..I am almost
always un-nervingly carving  out a "PLAN B" when "PLAN A" usually becomes reality

AND YOU KNOW IT IS WEARING ME OUT, BABY