An ode to stress

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29 Jan

Just put a load of my son’s laundry in the dryer,

A load of my daughter’s laundry (including her baby’s and her boyfriend’s) in the washer,

Attempting to drink my second cup of coffee, since the first cup

I drank on the way to and from taking my husband to work at six thirty this morning;

I am catching up on email, FB, and WP, while trying to quit smoking

And meeting with tax lady at noon to see about filing taxes,

And then dropping paperwork off at insurance company afterwards,

Debating on when will be a good time to go by my daughter’s to help her organize,

And unpack things in her new place. Did I say how much I need two or three of me?

And the tumors in my uterus, the size of golfballs, are wreaking havoc in my body

And I’m no where near seeing a light at the end of the tunnel.

No, I’m no where near seeing that light at the end of the tunnel.

I’ll just keep on keeping on, figuring out how to spread myself around

Between laundry, errands, trying to start a new job, cleaning my own house while

Suffering in pain and having to take breaks in between washing dishes–since I can’t

Stand for too long or sit for too long without feeling like I’m going to collapse in pain,

Holding on by sheer determination and will power, I shall endure…

I shall endure. Stress shall not be the end of me, I will not succumb to her evil clutches

No matter how much I long to crawl back into bed and let the pain disappear while I sleep.

Waking up to even more pain, an even longer “To Do” list. No, Stress you will not win.

Laundry in process, dishes soaking in sink, fresh coffee in the pot, and wine in the frig

(for later)…I have an agenda today that does not include you, stress. Thank you, but

No thanks. I think I’ll leave you behind.