Me? Stressed?

My wonderful husband told me this morning that he wants me to stop doing house work for a little while. Hmmm.... Most wives would jump up and down for joy. My first reaction? I felt like I was being punished, like I wasn't doing a good enough job, like he was fed up with me. That isn't it; at least I'm pretty sure it isn't.

The truth is that I have not been doing well dealing with the twists and turns of the emotional rollercoaster I have been on as of late. I am extremely stressed, overly stressed one might say. I can't seem to focus on much at all. I can do one, maybe two things at a time; but multi-tasking? Not right now. And, my energy is just zapped. By 6pm during the week I can barely function. I have been trying to suppress all this ... stuff so that I can deal with those things that can't wait. I am a teacher; and, no matter how I feel, the students will come and so will the tests. The problem with suppression is that the stress or issue really doesn't go anywhere. You still have to take time to deal with it. I have been trying to ignore it, and it's not working well.

Coralius is trying to lessen my stress levels so that I can deal with this and move on. I love him so much. But, I didn't realize that I was doing such a poor job dealing. In looking back over the past few weeks, I remember him asking me repeatedly, "What's wrong?" and, "Why aren't you smiling anymore?" And, I answered, truthfully I thought, "Nothing." and, "I am." Thank goodness he looks out for me.