Stress Levels Dangerously High Today

I know that when I can feel my heart trying to break free from my rib cage, my breath is coming in short gasps and all I can hear in my ears is the sound of my blood pumping – I’m stressed…royally stressed. There is a knot in my stomach which feels like my insides have been gripped by the cold hand of death himself and my head is in pieces. It’s not work that has me stressed, it’s not the fact that I have no money that has me stressed, it’s my children, and the fact that two of my children are adults now doesn’t seem to make a difference to how much I stress over them.

Child 1 is at University a couple of hours drive away, or it would be a couple of hours if I had a car! She is causing very little stress to me at the moment thankfully, but as always that could change. Child number 2 has forced my already peaking stress-o-meter to overflow. Having recently left home to stand on his own two feet he has been informed that he can no longer live in the flat that he is living in and needs to move out NOW!!! Having to find someone that can help him move has been a nightmare, family members have proven themselves to be unwilling – which is lovely and supportive of them, and next time I run into any of the I shall be sure to mention how wonderful they are. Personally I have no access to transport until my other half returns home this weekend and can’t help him either. So what I have had to do, with the family turning down his cry from help, is call upon a friend and ask her son if he can help. The boys have never met, never had anything to do with each other at all, but he has at least come forward and said that he can help with whatever we need. My faith in humanity is now a little way to being restored. Though having child 2 move back home is not going to be easy, it’s going to be a squeeze but we will cope.

Child number 3 is still in primary school and is being bullied. As a mum I have done what I can in encouraging him to talk to his teacher about what has been happening, and we have all sat down together at school to bring everything out into the open. How do you explain to a child that they are not in trouble for telling on a bully? That they are not going to be punished for what they see as getting into trouble at school? Hopefully he knows that telling the truth does not bring punishment.

Thankfully I have just about replenished all of my magical supplies, including a lovely new pentagram necklace which I am now sporting and will be setting to work on some candle magic pretty soon to try and bring back some balance and harmony into what is becoming a very fraught household.