This has certainly been one of those weeks and it's only Wednesday! It's been a combination of running here and there trying to make time deadlines for church, volleyball games and work. On top of that my bedroom floor has an issue that is causing in to buck up and it's like walking across a small hill to get to my bed. My house is close to be 40 years old and I'm quite certain that whatever the fix is for the problem it's going to result in me taking off work to clean out my bedroom. I'm the world's worst "if I can't find a place to put something - then under the bed seems like a logical place" kind of person. I'm not certain after 5 years of doing that just how much stuff has accumulated. The thought of that alone scares me! Although after it's all said and done I'm sure I will find that black pump of mine that has been the catalyst of me losing my religion on numerous occasions when I could only find the one. It's one thing to lose a sock in the laundry but to have 5 pairs of shoes without a match is a little ridiculous. For all I know I could have a lost kid under that bed!
It seems like the older I get the more hectic life has become. I would've thought that when I had 2 out of 3 driving that my time on the road would have ceased some - but it's actually the opposite. With hind sight being 20/20 I think I would have been better off to have gotten a hybrid car because I am running here and there so much. With so much time away from home it's no wonder that I am 3 seasons behind on spring cleaning. If I don't give it a good cleaning soon I'm afraid I actually will lose a child in there.
I get asked all the time when I take on another task like high school concessions or another board to sit on - "when are you going to learn to say NO?" I know that I have too many irons in the fire and therefore when a dilemma comes up - like a bedroom floor being replaced - I normally panic a bit, cry a little and stress A LOT. But recently I finally gave in and went to the doctor because I was overly stressed and he put me on that wonderful little blue and green capsule of a miracle! Well let me tell you - I'm not much on being medicated, but that baby has changed my life! I feel quite certain that I am the epitome of a spokesperson for the company that makes them!
With the combination of that and learning to pray a lot more than I used to I have succeeded in overcoming that habit of stressing and worrying until I have worked my way into a corner and want to scream. I think my children were on the verge of trading me in for another model! But that's what stress will do to you.
I have a friend of mine the other night that was talking to me and she just couldn't hold back the tears of frustration with how stressed her life is. My heart broke for her because I have been there! It's not easy to just "not let things get to you". Not taking anything away from the testosterone side of the fence - they have stress too - but on the estrogen side of the fence there seems to be so many more things to stress over. Making sure the kids are dropped off, picked up, fed, cleaned and tucked in on top of the everyday hustles and bustles and those themselves are overwhelming sometimes. Then on top of that trying to maintain a career and take care of a household - the list goes on and on.
I have learned through medical assistance and praying that sometimes you just gotta laugh about it or even just forget about it from time to time. Now don't get me wrong I still fall victim to certain stresses - like, road rage - heck I think Mother Teresa probably does too if the truth be told. There is NO AMOUNT of medication that can heal my desire to shoot the tires off of some one's car that pulls out in front of me just to turn off 50 ft from where they pulled out.
But my other stresses seem to getting better. It's either contributed to the fact that medication is really what it's cracked up to be, the fact that the Lord is hearing my prayers or the fact that I have become so complacent with being stressed that I just don't let it worry me anymore. I'm not taking any chances on it being the last factor so I believe to be on the safe side and to insure that my kids will let me live with them longer; I will hold onto the medical miracle and try to stay in the Lord's good graces.
