Over-stressed, and Overwhelmed

How many posts am I going to make about how stressed I am? Hopefully not too many more. I had NO idea how much work it would be to keep the dogs separate, nor did I ever realize that when it was Bubba's turn to be alone in a room that he'd spend the ENTIRE two hours howling. For the past two days, I've devoted no good study time toward passing my NCLEX. Time is getting away from me and I'm even considering rescheduling my exam to a later date because I don't think I will pass at this rate. My neck is sore, my jaw is sore, and I always have a headache. Stress HURTS.

Today, I went to go talk to the Deacon at my church. I guess I was looking for some spiritual guidance with my animals, my marriage (don't worry, it's not in jeopardy), my stress levels... just about everything. I think I was in there for less than five minutes after he asked how things were going in my life before I started bawling my eyes out. I spent the next hour and a half talking and crying about how overwhelmed I am and how I didn't know how to get myself out of this rut that I'm in. Hopefully that won't be the last time he asks me how I'm doing. Maybe a preemptive strike with tissue next time.

I've decided to accept the set back on studying. I'm behind by a good three days. I can't change it. Today I am going to just forget about it, and then start fresh again tomorrow. Maybe I need to consider scheduling study time away from home. It's become apparent that my little sanctuary is no longer that.

If you pray, please send some my way. I need them. I need to relax. I need to manage my stress, and I need to take it one day at a time.