s t r e s s e d

Stressed doesn’t begin to explain what I am feeling but it’s a start. And overwhelmed is a gross understatement. Burnt out, exhausted….just don’t do it justice. I’m confident there is not a word for the magnitude of pressure that is building in my head, the migraine that I’ve had for what seems like forever, the never-ending list of things I need to do/clean/cook/pay/review, the nagging ear ringing, or the agony I am in when someone says Sarah/mom (or any other variations of those) because I’m afraid I won’t be able to deliver. So. Much. Pressure. I can’t answer any more questions. I can’t read any more emails. I can’t solve any more problems.

I HAVE OFFICIALLY EXCEED MAXIMUM CAPACITY.

I know. I’m a mom. We aren’t supposed to have a maximum. We have super powers. Well I’m all super-ed out. There I said it.

This mom is all super-ed out.

 

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1 thought on “s t r e s s e d”

  1. You know I look at my mother and I cannot help but wonder how she manages to deal with so many difficulties in her life. From the simple things like making sure the bills are paid to ensuring that the cooking, cleaning etc are done. I don’t think I’d be able to manage it personally!

    Most of my stress comes from my work as a teaching assistant and I barely cope with that most weeks. I do, however, find meditation a useful way to unwind for 10 to 15 minutes a day.

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