Once upon a time, worry and anxiety and stress would send me into a frantic mode of sleeplessness and loss of appetite. I would wake at 4:00am and run around like crazy trying to DO something to solve my problem and forget to eat because I wasn't hungry anyway. There was an upside to stress--by the time the situation had been resolved, I'd be 2-5 pounds lighter.
My, how things change.
The daycare woes are back. I have roughly a month to secure Al a place somewhere before I go back to work. What stresses me out the most is the fact that he is 18 months old, and have you ever met an 18-month-old? Have you ever tried changing up an 18-month-old's world? Yeah.
And in traditional Jeze fashion, I have been up since 4am, maniacally listing the names and phone numbers of potential child care providers and looking up their records on the Department of Protective and Family Services on the internet. I am not sleeping. I am trying to do something productive toward the resolution of the problem that will tide me over until the daycare centers start answering their phones this morning.
However, I am eating. Like a starving mad woman.
I can't win.
2 comments:
I overeat in times of stress- especially chocolate. Sometimes so much that I get tummyaches (at my age, that's sad). I wish I could take your stress away and deliver you a perfect Mary Poppins - seriously I do.
Dude, sorry about the daycare crap. That sucks.
Good luck sleeping and not eating a ton.
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