(Artwork Credit: I call it Warhol Stress)
I noticed something tonight.
I stress a lot.
I think about stress a lot. And read about it a lot. And write about it too.
I stress about stress.
Stress, stress, stressity, stress.
The fact that I am a stress case is purely a lovely coincidence.
And to fill the stress quota in this post, excuse me while I throw another one out there ……STRESS!!!
So, how do I deal with this knowledge?
Sometimes, I blame the children. <——— See how I did that? Links to a past post about stress and how I blame it on my kiddies. (This is purely a tactic to REDUCE MY STRESS).
I also look back and read old “gems” that offer some funny ways to handle stress. <——Ahem. I can feel the stress leaving my body as this very moment. Thank you for your understanding.
It ruins your awesomeness.
Remember those days when there wasn’t hair on your face or even worse, your chin?? Bet those days were pretty relaxed.
Do you ever leave the house and realize once you’re standing next to one of those school moms, that you never brushed your hair, or worse, your teeth??
Are you at Starbucks, ordering your coffee, only to realize that you have no handbag or money with you?
Ever send your five year old to kindergarten only to drive back home and see her knapsack in the front hall?
Dust, piles, laundry, bugs, boogers, bullies, meal times, laundry, bills, in-laws, calories, weather, traffic, money, laundry, cavities………..infinity.
Stress, Stress, STRESS. OY!
I think I should rename this post, “Why Mommies Drink”.
“Why Am I Old and Getting Acne Dammit!”
“Will My Mother Ever See Me As An Adult and Offer To Do My Laundry Until The End of Time.”
“Next Time My Husband Goes On A Business Trip, I’m Changng The Locks and Calling Colin.”
I’m partial to that last one.