So we've moved to a smaller apartment that's basically across the street from Elchanan's school in one direction, and across the street from a mall, the main post office, the central bus station, and a train station in the other direction. There's a supermarket 5 minutes away (although it's not particularly the chain I like), doctors' offices 5 minutes away, and the boys have their own rooms, which has made a HUGE difference in their attitudes and behaviors both at home and in school.
Every so often I find myself breathing. A sigh of relief. Releasing a bit more stress.
And then I start to wonder when the rug will be pulled out from under us again.
And then I start to wonder when the other shoe will drop.
And I'm back to tossing and turning in bed at night as stress attacks my thoughts.
Because I've been here before. And the rug HAS been pulled out from under us.
I know there are things we need to do, should do, HAVE to do, to keep the stress hamsters from running on their wheels inside my brain.
Oooh, I like that; stress hamsters. Going to use that for the name of this blog post.
We WILL be taking better care of our finances, which is basically the #1 stress factor in my life (well, pretty much anyone's life, amiright?)
I'm hoping my meds will help keep the stress hamsters at bay. And sitting on the beach.
But my Pavlovian response to things going well for us for a change really needs to change. When did I become such a pessimist?
So, how do you deal with your stress hamsters?