Tag: stress

My Head Is Pounding

The best I can do is come storming back down the hallway mumbling about, “Freakin’ socks and this house.”

There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.

It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.

Stress over the uncertainty that I would have to encounter was actually the most stressful and uncertain times of all.

I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.

I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.

The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.

I thought to myself, “Well, that was different. I guess that’s who I am now.”

They know to never listen if I ask them to smell their food or accept a Hurtz Donut.

I have a lot to do. I’m thinking about it now as I write this.