I feel I handle the major stressors of life fairly well. New jobs. Sickness. Moving across the country. The sadness and loss that inevitably finds us all. I honestly take it all in stride. My closest friends comment on my “consistency”; meaning, I think, that I generally don’t run too high or too low. I just kinda take one day at a time, doing my thing.
The prospect of having two different basketball uniforms clean for a combined 6 or 7 games a week….
…this stress, I cannot handle.
All that consistency of character flies right out the window when I realize an hour before a game that there’s a uniform needed, and ALL EYES ARE ON ME. It’s your time to shine, mom! Your boys both need a jersey, t-shirt, shorts, and socks! And don’t forget the shoes! Oh – and warm-up pants! Now GO woman, GO!
Where is that blasted uniform?!?!
It’s really enough to make me weep just thinking about it.