STRESSED OUT too!
I can’t wait for the much-anticipated, long-planned family getaway. At the same time, I’m feeling so edgy about all the work that’s pending. I mean, since when has it stopped piling right? Not that I have a huge team to help me out. Or at least someone to hand over my tasks while I’m off to Down Under, which by the way, is going to be a little work-oriented too considering I’ll be doing some reviews there as well.
I know I should be grateful to have a job yada yada yada but once in a while, ranting is good for the emotional health. I need to complain and say it out LOUD that I’m overworked, exhausted and drowning. And no, it doesn’t seem like they will be hiring more help soon.
The work is never-ending; once an issue is finalised and out for printing, I’ll have to start working on another. And while I’m at it, I’ll have to check the layout and copy for the one that’s currently in progress. It’s like juggling balls but you just don’t know when you can stop and rest for a bit. If I fall sick, I’ll be working from bed. On weekends, I try to squeeze in time and write whenever Ewan is taking is nap or asleep. I can’t take MC merely because a day off means another day’s worth of work accummulation and there’s nobody else whom I can SMS and say, “Babe, can you stand in for me today?” NADA.
We do have contributors but there’s only so much they can do…I’ll still need to do the chasing, running around, checking and final tightening up tasks. While this job gets me excited and gives me lots of satisfaction especially when we receive compliments from readers (some of them are super sweet they even sent us emails with huge font size and many heart shapes!), too long of exhaustion, inability to relax and breathe and too much of something similar can drive one crazy, no? My mind is thinking all the time – what to do next, what kind of topics to write, who to approach, where to find real-life stories etc. I just can’t rest on my laurels.
And there are also other sources of stress like weaning my boy off breastfeeding and having to sleep in a separate room just so that he won’t look for ‘nen nen’ at night. And why a buddy is giving me the hot-cold-hot-cold treatment according to her whims and fancies.
And wondering why my menses have been missing in action for more than two years or how come our irresponsible neighbour isn’t taking good care of their puppy, making him a tick attraction and infesting our furkid as well. Or simply feeling guilty for not being able to make some homecooked food for the little one as much as I wanted to or for lashing out at him for the smallest thing just because I’m stressed out? Not to mention, I feel guilty now for taking the time to blog and not attending to my work instead. How crazy is that?!
I.MISS.MY.DAYS.AS.A.STAY.AT.HOME.MUM. Albeit it also comes with a fair share of challenges and frustrations, life’s better and nicer answering to a little man! Now, can someone slap some senses in me and tell me how to destress and chill?