where have I been?

"You haven't been blogging much. What's happening?" Cindy asked innocently on the phone. And then I replied, rather snarkely, to my friend, whom I love, "What do you think?"

That pretty much sums up how I treat my nearest and dearest when stressed (And I never really did apologize, Cind - sorry. I'm a putz). Rob has been quite sick. He seems to get everything that comes around and gets it bad. Years of being in a smoking household? I don't know. Whatever the case, I don't handle it well when I need to do his stuff and my stuff, too. I got my correspondance courses in the mail and as I'm already a month behind I'm trying to get into the first one. Result: I'm edgy and it shows. Our household barometer is Taryn: when stress rises, she "forgets" to go to the bathroom and "just doesn't quite make it on time."

In my mind, I can tell myself that I need to let some things go, that it will all get done, that how I treat my family and others is more important than tasks. Yet, up up up goes my angst until I blow at someone. The release. Then the guilt. It doesn't seem like there is a way to let the stress out without sinning in some way.

Better now, though. I am trying to make Sunday a real day of rest. Rob's regaining strength. Work is relaxing compared to home.