I'm under a lot of stress (captain obvious reporting for duty, sans cape) but it's really kind of covert stress. Like, I'm OK if all I have to do is get Liv with a sitter, go to work, go to the NICU (or come home and be with Olivia), make dinner, sleep, and repeat. I appear to be totally normal but in my mind I am totally crazypants.
8 p.m. on my way home from the NICU after working all day, via text:
Mark: We will need milk for tomorrow morning.
Jen's Brain: WTF I CANNOT HANDLE ALL OF THIS MILK RESPONSIBILITY OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!
Usually I try to handle my stress by shoving obsene amounts of food into my face. Or, diarrhea, if I am just super lucky. Or even avoidance (hello Pinterest!). And then all of a sudden out of nowhere comes the Incredible Hulk-like Crazypants response to something totally insignificant.
In my brain: NO I ABSOLUTELY CANNOT BE BOTHERED TO FAST FORWARD THROUGH THIS COMMERCIAL THE GODDAMNED DVR SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO IT WTF IS WRONG WITH TECHNOLOGY???????!!!!!!!!!!!
In reality: Sits with blank stare on face; contemplates the next carb to shove in mouth; continues to watch commercials due to pure laziness.
So anyway, I'm thinking that a commitment to a daily blog post is a really fantastic idea. I'm glad you agree.