Survivor’s Euphoria
This past week does not qualify as the worst week of my life. But if I kept a list of most stressful weeks, this one would be right up there. Fortunately it is now Friday evening and I discover that I’ve weathered the week to find a happy place on the other side. I survived managing preschool with a baby in hand. I not only survived it, but I feel like it went pretty well. NotMyBaby cooperated by taking a long nap at the best possible time. Howard removed Patches from the house at a critical moment and all else went well. Most amazing ofall, I was able to sneak in some leaf-raking yard work during one of the free play times. I still have events scheduled tomorrow and Sunday, but now that my brain isn’t busy supressing panic at the anticipation of preschool, I can see that these final events are all ones that require me to leave the house without my children. That kind of activity generally de-stresses me rather than stressing me further. So, now I’ve got a survivor’s euphoria and I feel happy.
I still want to do some analysis of the effects stress had on me this week. I need to sort it all out and figure out why I was so panicked and why that panic surfaced in the ways that it did. But that’s too thinky for me right now. For now I just want to float calmly on a wave of relief, put my kids to bed and have a long bath. That would be good.