After cracking a bit today and yelling at the boys and C, I feel like complete shit. And in the absence of alcohol to blame, I am now realizing how much stress has to do with it.
All it takes is a few weeks of high-intensity stress at work plus lack of sleep to cause me to really fray around the edges.
When I first quit, work was a lot easier and the kids were, in general, sleeping through the night (as I remember anyway). And I credited my feeling of mental balance to the lack of alcohol. I’m sure in part, it was. And no matter what, I know it helps – a TON.
But now the effect of stress stands out in stark relief.
Gotta find my happy place, and get some better rest tonight.