I am going to take a little break from blogging, and will return next week. I will leave you with a little dialogue that happened this morning between Greta and I. It should give you some insight as to why I need a little break too.
Me: (whispering) Greta, let’s get dressed, we have to take your brother to school.
Greta: Mama! Why don’t you talk LOUDER?
Me: (whispering) because I can’t. I lost my voice.
Greta: Well, let’s go find it.
Me: (whispering) No, it’s not that kind of lost. It’s just not working right now.
Greta: You can have my voice.
Sweet girl. You see, whenever I get stressed my body has a few combat modes it goes into. The first is usually because I won’t be sleeping that well when I get stressed out, and the result is lovely canker sores in my mouth. TMI, I know. Next, my voice gets a little raspy, kinda sexy. And before you know it, by the next day, it’s gone altogether. And that is what has happened. It’s strange because all weekend I could feel myself getting tenser and tighter and more stressed. And I knew it was coming, but it’s kind of hard to prevent it once it starts. I am usually super good about juggling a million things all at the same time. I really CAN be in 4 places at the same time, I can do it. And then all of a sudden, WHAM! I just get so overwhelmed with everything that I have to do, get done, finish, start, clean, pack, unpack, redo, figure out, teach, I can go on. I think it’s just my body’s way of shutting down a bit. Not like death, yet. But you get my point.
And the most ironic thing is that it only stresses me out all the more so to not have my voice. All the phone calls I have to make, oh yeah, and work, that’s pretty interesting to watch. And you try taking care of 3 little people without a voice. Sawyer keeps asking me if I’m just pretending. I wish it were true. I never realized how much I yell until I can’t say a word. It’s a good lesson for me though. I will appreciate talking much better, and maybe not abuse it so much.
So, until next week.