I had the worst day that I’ve had in a super long time.  Even before I got into work, I already had a feeling that today was not going to be a good day.  It wasn’t.  Anything that could go wrong, did.  I thought that I would have time to head to the gym, so I could de-stress before picking up the kids.  No such luck.  The craziness at work took longer than I wanted, so I had no time to go to the gym.  The only saving grace was that I was going to see the kids.

I knew that when I saw them and was able to kiss their cheeks, I would feel a whole lot better.  We ran some errands before heading home.  I’m so exhausted that I knew that if I went home, I wouldn’t go anywhere.  Therefore, the kids and I ventured out.  We had a great time doing everyday things.  For a second, I forgot that stress existed.  Even now, I am tired, but I don’t feel like I’m going to burst into tears at any moment.  Luckily I have a wonderful coworker who I can vent to, and she doesn’t get upset or judge me.  If she wasn’t there, I don’t know what I would do.

Even though I’m still stressed, I feel better knowing that like Scarlett O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.”  It will be Tuesday and a day closer to Friday.  I keep telling myself that this is temporary so I can deal.  All I know is that I can’t endure this craziness much longer.  I’ve already gotten sick three times, had H. Pylori, and feel crappy. This is all due to stress related to work.  Something’s gotta give.