"You can't be stressed out yet," I told Tim this morning after we had a conversation about all of the things on our plate.
But...He is. I am. We are.
Our to-do list is too long: to-research, to-contact, to-decide, to-clean, to-sell, etc.
Fortunately, there is a glimmering hope ahead. An adventure awaits us. You may think that it will be more stressful to live in a tight little RV on the road, but - actually - it's this "in-between" time that burdens us.
Yesterday, I was running around the house (literally) - picking up clutter, vacuuming corners, wiping counters, flushing toilets - in preparation for a possible visit from prospective homebuyers. I kept ordering my 3-year-old to "pick up your toys" and "bring this to the laundry room" and "watch where you're walking."
Later, in the car, I said, "I'm sorry for being grumpy this morning." My 3-year-old answered back matter-of-factly, "Mommies aren't supposed to get mad!" and then she said, "I forgive you."
The whole day after that I kept looking at my girls and thinking about how wildly lucky I am. How did I end up with these two stunning, smart, sincere kids? I don't have the right to be stressed out when my life is THIS GOOD.
Several people have confided in me that our life seems a little too idyllic. They want to know about the stressful times. They ask what I do when the going-gets-tough.
The answer to that question is that we consciously choose to keep things in perspective.
The reason I don't complain often on my blog is because I don't have anything to complain about. My life IS idyllic. I'm married to my best friend. I have the 2 outstanding little girls. We have our health, our minds, our education, and our freedom. We have Christ in our lives.
We're not perfect and all four of us have our moments of selfishness, rudeness, exhaustion, anger, and unruly behavior. In fact, we're unquestionably IMperfect.
We're just real people who acknowledge that...even on really bad days, our life is pretty good.
Have you been stressed lately? What do you do when stress creeps into your heart?