I found myself crying in the shower a couple of weeks ago.
Truly, is there any better stress relief?
Let me set the scene…I can’t get the freaking scale to budge while my hubby is drinking his ass off, eating six tacos at a time and still hovers at the same weight. And that was the trigger, a weigh in, proposed by him, that I had NO interest in participating in.
Because I didn’t need the scale to tell me that I wouldn’t like the number, I do get dressed every morning and can feel the tightness in my pants.
But, I did it anyway and ended up crying in the shower.
Trust me, it wasn’t just the weigh-in. That was just the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back. It wasn’t just the number on the scale. Add to that the stress of figuring out how to come up six-figures worth of cash to buy our Costa Rica house.
And my hubby not working…
Dinner? Not started when I got home last night.
Passport photos? Not done…no matter all three of them were home all that week.
Oh, did I mention my Dad is in hospice? That I had two work trips that month? That there is family reunion in two weeks and I’m trying to take it off my mom’s plate? That I’m worried sick about #1? That my hubby isn’t working? That his meds aren’t working? That he had a CAT scan on his throat? That I’m terrified #3 is going to break his neck trying to teach himself how to do a back flip?? That the three nights a week of soccer is about to start? That book club is this week and I am going for the first time in months even if it kills me?
That the neighborhood garage sale is this weekend? That someone wants to syndicate my blog? That a new intern is designing a new logo? That I have to facilitate two training classes over the next two days and still get my job done? That I have a major project I’m supposed to be working on but never have the time? Make that two projects. That business has sucked? That I make $40k less than two of the guys I work with side by side every darn day? That I’m hanging by a thread?
I know that glass of wine I indulged in last night (and the night before and the night before that one) isn’t helping with my pants but my God, I have to do something to find some relief amid all of this chaos.
So, people, when you ask me how I’m handling things? When you want to know what I’m doing for stress relief?
It’s simple – cocktails and crying in the shower.
An amazing thing happened that morning. I got in the shower and cried a good cry. And believe it or not, it was just the stress relief I needed to face yet another day of doing this crazy Mom thing.
I know, I know, it’s not the ideal recipe for stress relief. I know, I read the blogs, the magazines. Don’t we all know a few stress relief strategies by now?
I know, I should be exercising more, running maybe, or yoga, that could take care of two problems – the stress and the tight pants. But sadly, I’m not. And while running and yoga are both activities I ‘enjoy’, they don’t exactly allow me to multitask.
I should try meditating, getting my zen on. I’ve done it before, with decent success. But frankly, I’m struggling to find even five minutes to try and zone out.
Maybe I should try journaling…putting all of that stress into words and down on paper and see if the answers come to me. Oh wait, I am doing that! Sadly, it’s not quite cutting the mustard.
Sometimes, it’s all about survival mode. Doing what you can to simply get through. Does that mean you’re not perfect at everything? Yep, sure does.
Does it mean you are putting one foot in front of the other and doing the best you can? Yep, sure does.
So for now, it’s cocktails and crying in the shower that’s getting me through.
And that might just be worth a few tears and tight pants…