Stress

The past six weeks have been some of the most stressful Michael and I have faced. But that's a reoccurring theme here. What I'm wondering is when I am going to let myself calm down. Today was madness - and my list of chores for tomorrow remains dauntingly long. I didn't read. I didn't go to the gym. I didn't cook anything. I didn't talk to Melissa or Austen. I just ran around the Upper West Side, scarfing down a hot dog and some water for lunch.

And this is me on VACATION.

I think tonight I'm going to let someone else cook Michael and I dinner (hopefully with a vegetable or two somewhere in sight). I just took a bath for the first time in God knows how long. And I'm listening to one of my favorite classical CDs (Horowitz in Hamburg: The Last Concert) to calm my nerves from the long day. Michael will be home soon, and we'll just curl up in front of the TV, order in some dinner and relax. I've earned this... right?