i take "bach rescue remedy" which is a homeopathic thing to help with stress. it works good for me. hth.
So, I think I had an epiphany of sorts tonight. I'm not sure if this will make sense, but here goes. I've been really stressed out for pretty much the last year or more. I was on bedrest with the last pregnancy, then dh went back to work when he was two weeks old and worked seven days a week except for our boys birthday parties, Thanksgiving weekend, Christmas and New Year's Day until March. So I was with a 5 then 6 year old, twin 4 year olds and an infant for 10 months. Our oldest started kindergarten this year so I also had the added responsibility of picking him up from school, packing his lunch, etc. I work part time. We're vegan, so take out isn't really an option for us as there is very little takeout food that is okay health wise. Now we have summer activities. T-ball, swim lessons, preschool for summer, day camp one day a week for the oldest...plus an active soon to be walking 13 month old. Our house is a mess. I'm usually very organized and things are in order, but I've really struggled with that since the last pregnancy and haven't regained my schedule of cleaning.
I'm not sure if anyone of you read my thread I posted tonight about where to start with GD, but my most recent post is about the wonderful, spontaneous time I had with my kids tonight. It was pure joy. I skipped the cleaning I should have been doing and I played with them.
It finally occurred to me that maybe I'm going about this all wrong. There's a long list of things that I *should* be doing. Cleaning the house, laundry, making good meals, etc. But when I get stressed about those things, the first thing that slips is how I treat my kids. I love them more than anything in the world, yet I'm unkind to them almost every day at some point. I talk to them in a way that would so piss me off if someone else talked to them that way. I don't have a right to do that because they're *my* kids. I gave birth to them. They are every bit as deserving of respect as anyone else though. So, my epiphany was this. Maybe I need to pick one thing and do it well. Maybe I should not worry about the house so much. I mean, obviously we can't let it get disgusting, but if we have clean clothes, IS it as big of a deal as I make it if they aren't hung up? Does it really matter if the boys bathroom is cleaned every Monday afternoon and the house is dusted, and dh and my bathroom is cleaned on Tuesday and the upstairs is vacuumed on Wednesday, downstairs on Thursday, mopped on Friday? Or can we pick a couple things, like the kitchen needs to be clean, house picked up and cat litter box taken care of daily and let the other things slide? If I'm doing a bath, I can clean a bathroom. If I'm on the phone, I can dust. Stuff like that. Does it really matter if my kids ask for cereal for dinner and I give it to them? Do I need to beat myself up about not preparing a better dinner a couple times a week? I guess I'm thinking that spending this precious time with my little ones is so amazing, and I'm wasting it by worrying about stuff that will still be there tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, in ten years. My mom keeps telling me that dust will keep. I always roll my eyes and tell her not at my house. But you know what? I'm willing to bet that if I focus most of my energy on those kids and meeting their needs physically and emotionally, I'm going to see some real improvement. I actually feel like a weight has been lifted. I feel really full of hope like this could be an answer I'm looking for. Maybe it's obvious to some, it has just taken me a long time to get here.