How To Handle Life's Stresses, One Dog Pile At A Time
© Julie J. Murelle
We are living in a scary time with all sorts of craziness going on around us. One of the overwhelming stresses that is caused from all of this is fear and fear is one of the most debilitating emotions of all.
When a life altering experience such as this one happens, the fear and horror can be overwhelming. People are finding it hard to sleep, eat or go out. Our visions of the unknown can stop us in our functioning in our everyday lives. This is just what the terrorists want. They want us freaked out and vulnerable.
So how do we deal with this overwhelming situation? How does anyone get anything done with visions of unknown anthrax sources dancing in their heads?
For this answer I must first tell a story from my own life.
When my sweet little son was born last year by C-section, it was a great treasure to me. He arrived in my life during a time of great stress. I was separated from my husband, I had no job, my dog had died a couple months previous and now I was bringing a fresh new life into my home to raise all by myself.
The first night home, my son woke up many times in the night. I had his bassinet right next to my bed for easy access but I was bleary eyed the next morning when I awoke. I think that I had had something like two hours of sleep total. I had shut my bedroom door when I went to bed, because I did not want my two dogs trying to explore the new life I had brought home, while I tried to get five minutes of much needed beauty rest.
Upon waking the next morning, there was a smell in my house that one could only describe as, "funky".
Sore from the C-section and in much need of coffee, I got up. When I came out of my bedroom I was met with a sight that I will not soon forget. (I will now issue a warning that if you are eating something, either finish it or stop eating before you read on.) One of my beloved dogs had been sick in the night and had thrown up everywhere. Literally. Luckily my children slept on while I stared into the sea of dog barf that my house had become. Piles upon disgusting piles in every room but our bedrooms. On my couch and on the toys that the children had left out. My jaw dropped in disbelief, as I felt my internal stress-o-meter hit a new high.
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