Stress, It's a Killer

You know you've had a stressful week
when your husband takes a sticky note he finds laying around and places it on your forehead
and you start bawling.
When he asks you what's the matter,
you proceed to blame everything, in a jumbled string of sentences, from the ending of "To Kill a Mockingbird" to all of the happenings of the last few weeks of school to maybe you're going blind in your right eye to placing the "For Sale" sign up in your front yard.
Did he really understand a thing you said through all those tears??
That'll teach him for attacking you with sticky notes . . .

or maybe he'll just think twice before asking what's wrong . . .

Stress means . . .

A little less sleep . . .
(How can you sleep with laundrey all over your bed?)

A lot less time . . .

(Especially when half of your time is spent worrying about what you have to do, right?)

A little more running/walking . . .

(an attempt to de-stress)

A lot more Krispy Kreme doughnuts. . .
(Terrible, isn't it?)

And don't worry, after a good cry, I'm feeling much better now. :)
And I'll be feeling even better after May 29th . . .