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On Edge, On The Edge

I'm going to get lockjaw.

The other day I was driving to work and happened to notice that some sort of rigormortis had settled into my face. My jaw was tightly clenched, my neck muscles taut. My skin on my head felt stretched against the muscle and fat and bone, like a facelift gone terribly wrong. My head pounded, to the point that I think I could see my blood pulsing like a heartbeat on my temple.

It wasn't road rage. It wasn't bad driving weather. It wasn't brutally cold. I wasn't craving chocolate.

It was, plain and simple, STRESS.

Since then, I've paid close attention and realized that this freak bit of tenseness wasn't a one-time occurrence. To be quite honest, it's a 24/7 thing.

So why am I such a stressed out basketcase? I have a two-year-old, I have to work 10 hour days, My house is a mess, I never get to work out, I'm being called on the carpet for missing work for going to my therapy appointments, I hate commuting 1.5 hours a day, I barely see my husband and when I do I'm so sleepy I don't feel like talking, There's literally a mountain of laundry in my closet, Once I do my laundry I have a mountain of ironing to do, It's rare that I get to go out with my friends, and so on.

Life's too short. My child is only young once.

I'm tired. I feel the downward spiral sucking me in.

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Brianne said…
Sounds like a new job is in order. That's flippin' ridiculous. Who knows, maybe something nearby, that only requires a standard eight hours of work a day and pays better will come along? One can hope. :)
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