Stress/Pressure/Head Exploding

I’m usually pretty darn good at keeping a bunch of things going at once. You know, like on everyone’s resume where they put “multitasking” as one of their skills? Well, I’m actually really good at multitasking. Yeah, that’s right — I’m just going to come out and say it — I make multitasking my bitch.

I have to with my life of work + husband + kid + blog + life in general. Right?

When I’m in the thick of things, I deal by taking little bite-sized pieces and just get stuff done. I can carry a pretty good amount of stress on my shoulders without really feeling it.

Until someone points it out. {Thanks ASHLEY!}

This month has been hard.
Really hard.

It started with the death of my friend. Then my dog, Potter, was hospitalized and we had to put him to sleep. A friend of my husband unexpectedly lost her 18 year old daughter (who had a child of her own) and we attended her viewing over the weekend. I’ve been extra busy at work because it’s the end of our “yield” season. I’m leaving for a conference next week. Blah Blah Blah. You know, busy stuff that is super stressful.

I was OKAY with everything.

Until I was chatting with my friend about how much I had going on and she stopped me in my tracks by asking, “Is your life always like this?”

And like a magic spell, my stress caught up with me.

I’ve been trying to ignore it. To sweep all those little stress particles under the rug and ignore them until I have a chance to actually take a breath and relax. But when I looked at my calendar and realized that my next chance to relax is at the beginning of August when I go to the beach with my family and Jack (leaving the husband at home to work, poor guy)… I lost it a little.

Okay. A lot.
I suddenly realized that I’m exhausted.

The stomach ache I’ve had for the past three days is probably because my body is trying to get me to slow down. My husband and I have a date planned for this Sunday (THANK YOU to my brother who is really a total life-saver!) and I’m really just trying to focus on that.

I posted on Facebook last night (between work and a work event that lasted until past 9pm) that I was hiding in my truck for 10 minutes to get a little teeny bit of alone time in the hopes that my life will click back into place.

It helped. A little.

Now I need YOUR help – what do you do to decompress when life is hectic and there is no end in sight? Does a few stolen minutes in your car keep you sane? Do you sneak off for a pedicure at lunchtime (which is my plan for today)?

I’d love to hear your best tips!

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8 thoughts on “Stress/Pressure/Head Exploding”

  1. BlogHer might be a whirlwind, but I think it will be cathartic, at least. I’m bad at stress. I cry a lot when stressed. Stress plus anxiety disorder = crying Katie. Although sometimes a yoga class helps some. And there’s always wine :).

    1. I agree BlogHer is going to be awesome and I am totally looking forward to having some awesome girlie time. It’s just getting to the point that I can leave for BlogHer that’s tripping me up!

  2. Take 30 mins for yourself. Go get a massage. Seriously. If someone asks what you want for Christmas/Birthday/Anniversary/Arbor Day, tell them a gift certificate for a massage. Just you and a stranger, working out your kinks and knots. You. Need. This.

    1. I love massages so incredibly much, I just don’t have the money for one right now (vet hospital bills are very expensive). I did get a pedicure at lunch today and after receiving one of the best foot rubs of my life I considered adopting the nice lady who did my nails.

  3. Unfortunately, I would say I probably don’t deal with it all that well. But, things that do help (if I actually take the time to do them) are massages, nights out with a girlfriend or two, mani/pedis, and eating chocolate. In the heat of the moment, deep breaths can help me or singing along really loud with a fun song.

    1. I totally want to be one of those annoying girls that yells out, “I just want to DANCE” and then flails her arms around spastically in the middle of a dance floor. Only 8 days until this happens…

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