I realize I am stressed out by the way others react to me.
Daughter: “Chill, Mom.”
Granddaughter: “Can I help you, Grandma?”
Husband: “Calm Down.” (the poor man has not learned in 35 years)
I can no longer blame my job for the stress because I’m retired. Truth be told, I am the cause of my own stress. It doesn’t matter what I am stressing about – it’s everything. There is way too much clutter spinning around in my brain. I decide I will do these things today and get them done. I write these things in my daytimer. I should look at my daytimer more often during the day. The day somehow gets away from me, and here I am, rewriting the tasks for tomorrow.
For example, take yesterday. Things began well. I virtually attended the Sunday meeting because I had issues with my denture. I rushed to get out of my jammies and into one of my favorite summer dresses. When the meeting ended, hubby wanted to turn in the patrol car he had signed out for the weekend. This meant I had to drive downtown to the fire station and pick him up. Great! I should have mail at the post office next door to the firehouse. And I did.
My little PO box was full of mail, a dress, and an undergarment. 2 lockbox keys yielded 3 large boxes from Amazon. I chastised myself for not waiting to get the mail until I had picked hubby up. I made 3 trips to my car because I had to carry my keys in one hand. I knew my dress had pockets, but I could not find them. This was because my dress was inside-out. Sigh. What else was wrong, I wondered. I never even looked in the mirror before leaving the house. Disheveled is a kind way of putting it. Of course, hubby did not comment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to him.
When we got home I was exhausted. All that brain activity wore me out. I had planned to quilt and do some organizing, but had to move those things over to today. So far I am writing and waiting for the dentist’s office to call me back. At least my dress is right-side out.
Oh, in case you are curious, I decided on shopping.
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