ArtsyTeacherMom: Holy ****! Were you always this stressed out when you lived in the city? You’re a pretty high strung person, eh?
Me: Hmm…Not really. At least I don’t think so. In the city, I just commuted to work, taught all day, went to the gym, had dinner, and did the same thing over again the next day. Now, I have to take care of every fricken thing in this house, raise a child, work, help on the farm, and did I mention deal with a toddler who is really testing my patience these days? If I don’t pick up after everyone, stuff just stays on the floor for days. If I don’t do the dishes, they’ll stay there forever. Now, look! The kids are fighting!
ArtsyTeacherMom: Will you just sit down? Relax! Have a visit. Sit! The kids are fine playing. You don’t have to watch them all the time. I swear, you’re always on them. Just chill.
Me: I guess you’re right.
To be honest, I never used to think I was a walking ball of stress. In the past few years though, everything stresses me out. Everything.
I hate it when things are missing or misplaced. Missing caps on markers? That drives me nuts! Missing puzzle pieces or parts of toys? They make me crazy. My toddler rearranging furniture or pulling DVDs off the shelf and scattering them? Aaargh!
I know I really need to learn how to pick and choose my battles. I honestly don’t know why these things bother me so much. I wish I could be a bit more like my friend, ArtsyTeacherMom and be more relaxed. I’m jealous. I cannot stand laundry piled up or on the floor. Dishes in the sink or food on the kitchen counter just sends me off the edge.
It’s not just the mess people in this household leave for me that stresses me out. It’s the doing everything else too. Check this out!
Old fashioned apple press! We made 16 litres of apple juice in one afternoon. Why? Well, I guess that’s the way we do things on the farm. In the country, people make things from scratch. More work on top of everything we do already. I could understand making everything from scratch when that was one’s livelihood or because one didn’t get much at the grocery store and had to make everything from scratch. However, doing all of that on top of working is hard!
Right. The other thing I have a hard time with is dealing with a whiny toddler. She’s great. She really is. I love her to bits. It’s just that lately, she has started to whine when she’s frustrated, tired, impatient, or doesn’t get what she wants. It is so draining. The sound of crying or whining kids just sets something off inside me and drives me crazy. I feel awful saying it, but it’s true.
Drives. Me. Crazy.
I need to do something about this crazy anxiety. Who cares if Little One mushed up all the colours of her Play Doh and turned it into what looks like a huge ball of poop? I don’t know why it irritates me so much when Little One mixes Play Doh colours. It really, really bothers me!
As my husband says, “She’s only two.” Actually, she’ll be three next week! Eeeek!
She is a cutie. I love her so much.
She does the wackiest things like dressing up as a chicken when it’s not even Halloween and having tea parties with her stuffed cow. Yes, she does this on a daily basis.
She cracks me up when she does things like “nurses” her stuffed bunny!
It makes me feel like the world’s crappiest mom when I get upset, impatient, or frustrated. I mean, how can one get upset at someone so cute??
I’ve devised a plan to help me be more patient and not stress about the little things.
1. If I start to feel like a panic attack is on its way, take a few deep breaths before I react. Walk away if I have to.
2. At the end of the day, have a cup of tea and some quiet time.
3. Ask for help. It’s something I have a hard time doing. I don’t like to ask for help and try to do everything on my own. Sometimes though, asking for help may be what keeps one from going bonkers though. There is no weakness in telling people you need a hand. I sometimes feel like I’m doing too much, but need to get everything done on my own. Whatever can’t be finished today can be done tomorrow.
4. Make sure to have cuddle time with toddler.
Sorry for the rant. Guess it’s been “one of those days”!
Question of the day:
What stresses you out? What do you do to cope with the stress?