I think it's pretty safe to say that everyone reacts differently to stress. Some people overspend, others overeat, yet others oversleep.
Me? I overschedule. I think on some level that I firmly believe I will outrun stress if I give myself no time to think about it.
How's that working for me? Well, I'm too tired to care about much right now. Today turned into a 7-5 day, followed by late pick-ups for both boys, then off to Nic's social skills group while somehow cramming homework in between transit time. And hubby (bless him) made dinner, which gave me one less thing to stress about.
I also packed my weekend without meaning to. An IEP clinic ran my morning into afternoon, followed by volunteering at our parish carnival, popcorn sales for G, late dinner at the carnival (when was I going to find time to cook, anyway?). Sunday found me waking up, helping G with his PREP homework, me prepping for my class, teaching, church, and more popcorn sales.
G cleaned up his first weekend selling. He could quit now, but the competitive bug has bitten and he wants to see how high he can go. Nic is egging him on. I'm proud of him because this is all him--HE is selling it. He handled his numerous rejections with a great deal of equanmity.
Could this be a calling?
Nic enjoys selling, too. He actually closed a couple deals for G yesterday.
Just reminds me that possibilities--for them and me both--are endless. I just need some sleep to help me figure out what those are.
But for right now, hubby tells me that I need a break.
"Yeah, I know you need to save the world, and the world does need saving, but we need you more."