I'm feeling the stress. It's not only the adoption; it's also the home renovations, which are going slowly and behind schedule. The contractor told me a little too much behind-the-scenes information, and now I'm worried. I realize he just needed to vent, but I'm his client, not his drinking buddy, and his staffing problems are directly affecting my house.
At work I've had trouble concentrating, and it shows in a big way. I have to concentrate on lots of little numbers, and if there are any inconsistencies, I need to notice and correct them. I'm in no state of mind to do so.
My new comic book deadline is the 16th. This is my absolute last possible deadline. If I miss this, my comic book company will suffer. I don't necessarily see this as the end of the world, but my husband cares a great deal.
The wildlife rehab facility where I volunteer has a lot of animals all of a sudden. I'm putting in 2-3 shifts per week. Stress stress!
I'm not a great doer of things. I mean well, but when my to-do list gets too long, I start seeking out quiet time and letting some of my responsibilities slip by... especially the ones that don't give me any sense of instant gratification, or that force me to deal with people in difficult ways. (That means wildlife rehab is safe.)
I wish we had our baby already, and were back from China with our house completed and the bedroom all furnished and ready. Then I could claim lots of quiet time. Admittedly, it would be quiet time with a toddler running around and settling bumpily into his new life. But that's the perfect excuse to drop the ball on some of my less appealing obligations.
"Sorry, I can't! I'm busy parenting. Nyeah!"