When I found myself wanting to scream "HELP ME" the other day; I knew that it was evidence of too much stress!
"HELP"
No! I take it back....
I am unwilling to cry for help anymore. Shouldn't a person nearing 60 years old have it together already?
If life is supposed to get easier, when will I be experiencing it?
On the stress scale;
I am trying to figure out where to give myself the most points!
- worrying over my three aging loved ones
- working up courage to clean a damp cellar with potential rodent problems
- excercising aching joints
- speaking up or not at work regarding a situation
- dealing with general restlessness....regarding a possible future move
- encouraging our eldest son who is facing surgery in a few weeks
- thinking about the safe arrival of our tenth grandchild; never mind the other 9 little delightful, but busy concerns!
Right now, I am vividly imagining some of my readers' helpful advise. Here are some replies to your most sincere counsel:
Yes! I have already taken my summer vacation.
No...I can not take another one.
Yes! I know stuff like this happens to the best.
No...Things cannot get worse and please do not tell me to cheer up!
Yes! All is well that ends well; but is there an ending?
No...I am not planning to go for help!
Yes!!! I can either laugh or cry!
So; why not read this and
just go ahead and
LAUGH ON MY BEHALF!
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