Sunday, March 11, 2012

Big. Hairy. Balls. That require juggling.


There are so many things I want to write about, but finding the time to actually do it has been difficult lately. Instead, I find myself writing just the titles for a blog post, with a short bit on what I want to say so I'll can come back to it. Unfortunately, by the time I get back to it I either don't remember what I thought was so funny/interesting/important about the topic, or it is no longer timely.

I want to write about last weekend, my second year at the Early Trauma and Attachment Meeting (ETAAM)in Orlando, with the most awesome mommas ever! But I'm still decompressing and I'm not ready to share yet. I need to keep the awesomeness close to me for another day or two. 

Today I need to write about stress and mental and emotional health.

I remember a graph in pharmacy school when we learned about mental health disorders. It was a very simple graph, with stress on one axis and depression (I think) on the other. Essentially it was describing the linear relationship between the two, and in very simple terms saying that when the stress gets high enough everyone eventually has a breaking point.

I always thought I had a lower breaking point than most, considering I've been dealing with depression since I was a teenager. Recently though, in one of those "light-bulb moments" I realized that I generally deal with stress just fine as long as it is the life is busy, lots of deadlines, too much to do kind of stress. It is emotional stress that really gets me.

I actually do better at work when I have the pressure of deadlines and an over-full project load.

I do just fine juggling Noah's appointments and therapy, and managing to get all of us to karate at least once or twice a week.

I even make sure we all have clean clothes despite being so busy that the rest of the house suffers. Let's be honest, a clean house has never been a big priority for me.

But add in emotional stress and I hit the overload wall pretty quickly. And right now, I feel like I slammed face first into it. So much of the emotional shit right now has to do with Noah (big surprise, right?) and how I am dealing with him: problems with school, frustration with his psychiatrist, worrying about his lack of friends, realizing that his IEP is not acceptable and we are going to have to fight the school district over it, accepting that we are seeing more behaviors and learning disorders as a result of the fetal alcohol exposure, and just the general trying to accept that he is always going to struggle and we can't fix him.

I'm also dealing with a dying cat that doesn't seem in any big hurry to actually die, but continues to pee on things around my house. 

And, I'm more than a little worried about Rich and how he is handling all of this, and what it is doing to our marriage.

To put it simply, I'm juggling a lot of big hairy balls right now. I'm usually OK with a couple balls, even if one of them is big and hairy. I can do two if I know it's short term. But when it becomes four and five, and most of them are filled with emotional crap, I find myself wanting to scream "get me off this ride."

It's not easy for me to say I can't do it all, but I know that if I don't put at least one ball down (gently, with assurance to it that I will be back soon) I'm going to find myself either dropping all of them or sitting in a parking lot somewhere yodeling and sending messages on Facebook that I'm not ever going home. 

I know I need to make some decisions, and I need to make them now. Obviously there are balls I can't drop (like work, Noah's therapy, Kiel's speech therapy, getting Noah through school every day, and the big one for me right now - fighting the school district for a more appropriate IEP and the necessary services).

Things I could theoretically drop: bathing, cooking (oh, who am I kidding, I didn't cook before) sleep, testing for my black belt in April (instead I would test next fall).

Considering I drove to karate class today and sat outside in my car crying, and never actually made it inside, I think I've made at least one decision. The one ball that is just about me, is the only thing right now that I can set aside. I feel a combination of guilt and resentment that this is what it is coming down to, but also a little bit of relief.

*It's also about to push me over the edge that I can't figure out why the font is changing when I add a hyperlink to the word.



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7 comments:

  1. Coming back to the real world after Orlando sucks the big one! You can and will juggle everything you have to. And if you don't, you are not juggling eggs- big, hairy balls aren't nearly as delicate... they just kind of bounce around until you are ready to keep them in the air again.

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    1. really enjoying the picture in my mind of big, hairy balls bouncing all over the house. lol

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  2. Who designed your current layout of your website? The reason your links are a different font is a setting in the style sheet. If specified, links will have their own font. I can scroll through the code if you like (Don't worry, this code is viewable by anyone. I won't be on your computer.) I know this isn't the main point of your post, but if I can help with the stress I'd be happy to help.

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    1. Oh Stephanie, that would be wonderful! I don't understand code at all. I'm just using a standard blogger background page with my own header. What do you need to know from me to find it?

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    2. OK. It's actually the same font, but because it's bold and the font is made smaller it looks like a different font. I THINK I found what's causing the problem. How familiar are you with editing HTML code? In most blog editors there's an HTML mode and I can tell you what I believe you need to remove to fix it.

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    3. Oops, I just saw that you're not familiar with coding. If you can switch to editing your blog in HTML mode, do a search(Ctrl + F) for:

      .style4 {font-size: 50%}

      There's only one instance of this text, so you should be able to find the right one. I believe what you need to do is change the 50% to 100%. That should do it.

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  3. I sooooooooooo get that feeling of resentment combined with a bit of relief. I do that too. Make sure that before you set down any of those big, hairy balls you give them a really tough squeeze just to let them know you are still in charge! :)

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