Recovery is key after a stressful week. But how do you recover if it’s still ongoing?
I’m still waiting for that damn light at the end of this damn tunnel.
The thing is that it’s mostly not my own issues. It’s my husband’s. His job going bonkers (the company, really, not the job per se), his dad’s scarily worsening health, and our financial situation. The last bit is getting sorted but the paperwork is all on him.
It’s really all on him.
That’s why it’s stressing me out even more. It’s all beyond my control. We are both doing what we can but after that, it’s up to the universe. Normally, issues wouldn’t stress me out that much. We all have them every now and then. What boggles me is that ours always seem to come in clumps. Like there’s a dark cloud raining just on that one spot while the rest of the sky is blue and sunny.
His emergency trip to Tassie last week to see his dad at the hospital meant that our little one had no parent in Sydney for a couple of hours on Wednesday. I was on my way back from Melbourne while our little one was at daycare. She was happy and safe but it freaked me out to realise that for a couple of hours, MiniMe was parentless in Sydney.
For several days, we were on our own while hubby stayed with his father. He came back home on Sunday to face more paperwork and job stress, and the images of his father’s gaunt figure in his head. I told him to ask me for help with whatever else he doesn’t want to deal with so he can unburden some of that load, because there’s really nothing much I can do to help.
The trips we’ve been making have been crucial, and tainted with the urgency that comes with ‘what ifs’. We haven’t made trips just because we wanted a holiday. Not in a very long time.
What can I do while I’m waiting to exhale?