My usual way of dealing with stress is to just keep forging forward. Because everything is OK, everything has to be OK. People are counting on me, and I need to just deal with it. Except, it isn't OK. Eventually, little cracks start to show, things start to slip. I start getting paranoid, I start forgetting things, I start having trouble focusing. I usually deny it until the little cracks become a massive festering split.
Sunday, I split. The stress of the tooth (I'll write more about that later, I'm sure), the constant need to be writing, all while doing the day job, keeping the house somewhat cleaned up, and chasing around a toddler who refuses to sit still finally came down in what I can only describe as the worse case of parking lot rage to ever been seen in happy passive aggressive Minnesota. (OK, maybe not the worst, no one was hurt or anything)
I would explain, but I can't, I don't remember half of it. I wasn't me, I wasn't all there, and thank god for nice Target employees and a husband who knew I was crazy before he agreed to marry me.
So, I'm taking a break, because if I don't, they may need to cart me off to the loony bin... again. (yeah, I'll explain that too, Dooce ain't the only one baby) I'll be back after Labor Day, don't forget about me or anything. I'd line up guest posts but umm, I'm not that important... unless you count how important I am in my own head.
I've got all kinds of good stuff on DVR that needs catching up on post Olympics. Eureka!, here I come! See you in a week.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
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Enjoy your time off! We'll see ya when we see ya.
Take the time off and enjoy it. When you need it, you need it! Let me know if there's anything I can do to help out.
We'll be here when you get back - hope you feel better soon!
"...unless you count how important I am in my own head."
I think most of us should be more important in our own heads. The fine art of looking after ourselves can be a difficult one to learn. Well done for being able to give yourself a break when you need it.
have a nice break!
Time outs are of the good. They should stick around after sippy cups. I know several people who would benefit, myself included.
Now promise me you'll actually spend some time away from the computer.
I know how you're feeling, and hope you're getting what you need right now.
I can see this day coming for me soon. I am starting to freelance as a ghost writer after not having worked for a year. Writing is stimulating, but can be so frustrating too, especially because I can get into this perfectionist mode that just zaps all of my brain power. It's like I can function while writing, then I walk away from the computer and my brain turns to mush. Not good for managing the mommy madness.
Enjoy your break! I just found you over at Marketing Mama and am looking to forward to reading more when you return.
I'd love to hear more about the worst case of parking lot rage Minnesota has ever seen. I'm imagining the "Tiwanda" scene from Fried Green Tomatoes: "Face it, girls. I'm older and I have more insurance."
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