God, I hope this works.
Things I've tried to manage stress since first son was born, four years ago in January:
hot baths
reading romance novels
reading mystery novels,
just reading
walking
running
bellydancing
yoga
eating
knitting
baking
nailbiting
sex
socializing
nervous breakdown
meditation
Zoloft
shopping
Of those, walking, Zoloft, eating, shopping and reading are all partially effective. Oh, and sex. Oh, hell, they're ALL partially effective. But nothing ever quite does it. Running actually came closest but once the endorphins wore off I got really nasty and my hip started to hurt, so that was a no-go. So, in spite of having a life that often seems to revolve around stress maintenance, I still feel like going postal on a regular basis. Haven't tried alcohol as that could prove to be a slippery slope.
Am now fantasizing about a week to myself without the kids. Ha. Maybe that would do it. No one will probably ever see this post, but there's nothing like addressing a hypothetical audience to come up with an actual solution. Of course, there's no chance of that happening anytime soon--which leads to my next fantasy--the one about gnawing my arm off at the wrist.
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