I need to do something to release my anxiety.
I find myself obsessing over the school year beginning and worrying how my newly minted Freshman and my ever-changing 6th grader are going to handle things. What will this school year bring?
This is an example of my worry obsession; Here I am, at the glorious Oregon Coast for one last hurrah before start date September 5th, and I'm consumed with worry that I haven't given my girls enough "transition time" to adapt to school hours. I'm trying to relax but at the same time I'm thinking 'I need to wake them up. Sleeping in days are over. We need to get back to a routine.' But we're at the beach. It's one of the things you do here. Eat (ocean air makes me so hungry! And there are no calories on vacation, right?), browse in knick-knack stores, play in the sand (which is code for looking at magazines and drinking wine) and relax/sleep.
Why am I treating my daughters like tiny children? When the morning comes we'll hit the "off" button on the alarm, gripe about it being too early, then get ready for the new day. And that should be how I deal with things, day by day.
Why am I fretting over imaginary scenarios of school drama and envisioning stress? I haven't always been like this. What's the deal?!? Any other parents out there feeling this way?
I find myself obsessing over the school year beginning and worrying how my newly minted Freshman and my ever-changing 6th grader are going to handle things. What will this school year bring?
This is an example of my worry obsession; Here I am, at the glorious Oregon Coast for one last hurrah before start date September 5th, and I'm consumed with worry that I haven't given my girls enough "transition time" to adapt to school hours. I'm trying to relax but at the same time I'm thinking 'I need to wake them up. Sleeping in days are over. We need to get back to a routine.' But we're at the beach. It's one of the things you do here. Eat (ocean air makes me so hungry! And there are no calories on vacation, right?), browse in knick-knack stores, play in the sand (which is code for looking at magazines and drinking wine) and relax/sleep.
Why am I treating my daughters like tiny children? When the morning comes we'll hit the "off" button on the alarm, gripe about it being too early, then get ready for the new day. And that should be how I deal with things, day by day.
Why am I fretting over imaginary scenarios of school drama and envisioning stress? I haven't always been like this. What's the deal?!? Any other parents out there feeling this way?