Shingles aren’t just for houses
But I wish they were.
I got this horrible rash the other day and I thought I was bit by a spider. I figured I was marked for death and/or breeding spiders on my person and I panicked (and I’m not really a hypocondriac!) I dropped off a gift for a friends’ child’s birthday and was so, so tempted to ask her emergency room doctor husband to check it out but figured no, that’s a bit much. So I hauled it off to the doctor who told me that I had SHINGLES which are brought on by…
wait for it, moms…
Stress.
Now everyone keeps telling me that I have to let something go and this is a “sign”. I know it is and I know I have to downshift but let’s see, I can’t offload my kids–and their stress is at least balanced (if not equally, at least part ways) by hugs and kisses. I can’t offload this conference–Kirsten and I have poured heart and soul into it. We’ve gotten such amazingly wonderful feedback from it…we can’t wait for it (though my stress would be alleviated were the registrations to start rolling in–so if you’re reading, register now! And tell a friend!) Can’t offload the house, the other work I do, the yard…I mean, I’m trying, and I’ll hopefully get there…I don’t WANT to live in this stress!
Oh, PS, my nanny just called me from St. Lucia, to quit.
Another sign?
Of the apocalypse, perhaps.