And we all know how well I handle loads of stress.
Yes, the chemical imbalance has started kicking in. Sleeplessness, depression, anxiety attacks. I'll admit, with some shame, that I had a bit of a meltdown this morning when a financial snafu, lack of sleep, the promise of a long day, and a scheduled phone call with a school administrator over a clerical error all conspired to hit me in the gut at once, not to mention that three-year-old Bean still rocks the endless "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy" phase. Thankfully, Hubby is more even-keel than I am, and he calmly rode the wave, fixed me green tea, helped get school going and finally took off for work leaving a much calmer me with the kids. Still, it wasn't fun.
I'm seriously crossing my fingers and praying hard that things settle down soon. I'm not entirely sure what I was thinking, setting my year up this way.
Wait, I do know what I was thinking. Hearing Curly say, "I LOVE school this year" and listening to a reluctant reader suddenly immerse himself in Peter Pan so thoroughly that he only comes up for breath two pages later... that's what I was thinking. Hearing the tinkling notes of a beginning piano tune as a promise of future concertos, watching a struggling speller get a 100% on a spelling test, explaining the feudal system by playing chess... this is what I was thinking.
It'll be worth it.