A Day in the Life of a Stress Case
I get super stressed out when things don’t go the way they should. Since things rarely go the way they should, it is safe to say that I am almost always stressed out. I stress about the big things, I stress about the little things. I guess you could call me an equal-opportunity stresser.
Today, for example, my stress began at 5:15am when I woke up stressed out that I was up before the sun for no good reason. I figured I’d make the most of the early morning hours and hit the gym. The gym was blissfully empty until 5 minutes later when someone came in and decided to blast the television. I started stressing out for the following reasons:
- The noise level was WAY TOO MUCH for 4 o’clock in the afternoon, nevermind the delicate early morning hours.
- I SO wanted to inform the offender that he could listen to the TV as loud as he wanted if only he would invest in a pair of $15 earphones to use in the handy-dandy audio hookup that was so conveniently located on every machine. Unfortunately I didn’t say anything except good morning. And then I proceeded to stress about the fact that I hate confrontation.
After the gym I headed back upstairs to take a shower. I stressed out that even Pantene wasn’t calming my frizz and that a year without Japanese straightening was about 6 months too long. I stressed out wondering when I’d find time to head to the salon for the aforementioned straightening, and stressed that something would go wrong with the 100+ chemicals my Japanese straightening guru used to tame my hair.
As I was stressing about my hair, Maya woke up and my stress factor shot through the roof. We headed to the kitchen where I made Maya’s breakfast, all the while stressing about what to put in her lunchbox. I lectured her on finishing her lunch before eating any snacks offered by her teachers, but stressed that she wouldn’t listen and her lunchbox would come back full again. I stressed that I would smack her silly if it did.
After stressing about work for most of the day, I picked up Maya and immediately started stressing when she asked me, in the span of 2 minutes, what was for dinner and could we go to the park? On the way to the park I stressed about the traffic and my lack of planning for dinner. At the park I stressed about an annoying little brat who kept following Maya around, trying to steal her shovel. I stressed that she was going to whack him on the head with it, and even though he deserved it, I stressed that I thought a little kid deserved a whack on the head.
At home I pulled together some daal, pita bread, and hummus for Maya, with a side of banana slices. I stopped stressing for a minute but then it was time to give her a bath so I started stressing again. Luckily the Pantene got through her tangles better than mine, we agreed on a pair of pajamas with little argument, and I settled her in front of Max and Ruby for a blissful 30 minutes of silence so I could write this post.
Right now I am stressing out that I used the word “stressing” way too many times in this post and I am stressing that you stopped reading this post 5 minutes ago.
There is one thing today that didn’t stress me out, however, and that should be acknowledged:
My new sofa and loveseat came in today. Not only do they look great but the entire process, from purchase to delivery was stress-free. My only complaint? I wish that our old area rug didn’t look so hideous next to the new sofas.
Let the stressing begin…