My last two days have been spent at a Teacher's Association Conference. If any parents of my students are reading this, let's clear up a few thoughts.
I realize that for you, two days of no school is a royal pain in the butt. I get it. I too, have a school-age child who suddenly had no where to go. However, do NOT assume that I am off eating bon-bons and drinking tea. No. I am at a teacher conference, which is torture for teachers.
The conference was great. Lots of interesting speakers, unique workshops, all that. But teachers are the worst audience in the world. We are used to being the center of attention. We stand up and speak from the front of the room all day. We see all, we hear all, and we know all, damn it. So to put us in chairs and say "Be quiet and listen!" is like asking us to stay away from the office supply store. Can't be done.
One of the sessions I attended was about the Teacher Stress Soup. The speaker talked about stress, told us some ways to look after ourselves, and we took a stress test. Now, I know I'm stressed. It's pretty much a constant for me. I have long-term, big issue stress. I have short term, September Teacher stress. Add in the usual Mummy/wife/middle aged lady crap, and you get the picture. And the last year has been a stellar year, stress-wise. I thought I was handling it pretty well until the stress test.
I scored in the "That's some serious shit, there!" catagory. The next step down (the lowest you could go) was "Big trouble, all alarms going off, call in the medics". Hmmm. The longer I looked at my score, the more stressed I felt. I peeked over at Hubby's score. He was waaaaaay up in the "La la la, life is a bowl of cherries" group. He lives with me, I can't see how he could possibly be stress free, but apparently he is. So, it's just me. I, the woman who likes to control the universe, failed the stress test. I failed a test. That thought, of course led to more stress, which made my score even worse....
You see the vicious circle, don't you? By the time we broke for lunch, I was totally freaking out. I am still freaking out. I don't think the presenter was planning on making my life worse, but Bonus!! He sure didn't help! Of course, if I had taken a deep breath, and listened to all his positive, uplifting ideas, I would be in better shape. Instead, I sat staring at my horrid stress score, feeling the panic well up inside me, wondering if a blood vessel popping in my head would kill me.
Whew. I've calmed down now. Sorry about that. What I'd really like to know is this. What stresses you? How do you cope? And do you have any spare bon-bons?