My mom was stressed out a lot, and whaled on me when she needed a stress breaker, because she wasn't happy as a housewife. She went back to work when I was in high school, and still managed to keep a spotless house. But all the years she stayed home, she felt left behind by the world. I don't remember her being so strung out crazy busy as I am now.
I get stressed because I need to work so the bills get paid. I work from home, which is nice, but I always feel the pull of trying to do my job and be a mom at the same time.
Then there are the worries that sometimes wake me up with my heart in my throat, the "what if's" of child abduction, drowning accidents, whatever I heard about on the news that probably won't ever happen to my kids, but the ones who suffer through it didn't think it would happen to them, either. The world feels scarier than it used to.
at 4:17 PM on Jul. 19, 2012