One of the things I loved about the years of continual
stress is that normal every day things didn’t really seem to bother me. And now
that I live with little stress and am taking steps to try and regulate my
hormones due to stress overload – well the tiniest thing sends me into a total
freak out now. I feel very bad for my
husband all the time.
I continually make fun of my family for their ‘rigid’ schedules.
Certain activities take place on certain days, step daughter has to sit on a
certain side of the car or she is thrown off – small things and I have realized
that I too am a lover of schedules. I grew up in a tidy home where life was
predictable. Dinner was served at a certain time. 10-15 meals were rotated, we
cleaned on Thursday nights before E.R. and there was a rhythm. And without that
in my adult life, I am completely thrown for a loop. This week as we prepare
for the big trip without the scheduled things I crave I realize how much I need
it. Oh and a tidy home. Schedule, tidy home and a feeling of everything in its
place and I am good.
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