where did that come from?

Last night I had a plan for how my morning was going to go. It went tits up, which cause anxiety. Lots of anxiety, which makes me irritable.

Part of it, was because I couldn’t get done what I wanted. Then my son wanted to do his letters with me. I hate the fact that I literally have to scream at my own brain to say what is more important loading the damn dishwasher or playing with your own son.

And it is important for me to do those sort of things with my son while he still thinks its fun. There are sometimes where you need to say, I will play in ten minutes after I have finished doing x,y and z, this was not one of them.

But the problem I found was my anxiety was getting worse, and so was my irritablity and you know what? When my son went to pre school, I got everything done and the world didn’t end.

Still got that horrible anxious feeling though

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20 Responses to where did that come from?

  1. I hate it so much when it just lingers and doesn’t go away. It’s the worst.

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  2. Simon says:

    Thou know what? I get that sometimes.

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  3. Micki Allen says:

    Heavy sigh. You’re not alone. Keep on keepin’ on, Mama. I’m rootin’ for ya!

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  4. Sheila Moss says:

    Let it go. Life is too short to spend it worrying about stuff you can’t help.

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  5. A Kinder Way says:

    I hate that feeling..hugs to you.

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  6. Annabeth says:

    I hate that feeling, when everything just seems to get on my nerves… really for no reason at all. Especially when I try to tell myself there’s nothing wrong and to snap out of it, my brain just seems to refuse to listen, and I end up moody for a while with no reason or rhyme.
    Although I’m commenting late, hopefully that anxiety went away and your son had a fun time at pre-school! 🙂

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