Stress, stress and more stress

The last few days have been crazy,

and I don’t know how I’m managing everything.

Honestly — probably not very well.

Because I ended up crying on the kitchen floor.

Overstimulated.

Too many tasks.

My son repeating “mum” over and over.

Me cooking at the same time.

And suddenly, something inside me broke.

The tears just came.

I let them.

Because I know it’s a good sign —

the stress, the pressure, the uncertainty —

it needs to come out.

I was alone with my little boy.

He didn’t understand what was happening,

but he stayed next to me.

And that somehow made it both harder — and softer.

What brought me to this point?

There are a few things going on right now.

One of them I can’t talk about yet —

even though it makes me very anxious.

If I had to put everything in order,

work would probably take first place.

This week has been intense.

And on top of that, my little boy got a fever,

which changed all our plans.

Now Veni is teaching,

and I’m at home alone with our son,

trying to work at the same time.

Which is… a lot.

He needs attention.

Constant attention.

And I keep going back and forth between guilt —

that I’m not giving him enough —

and the reality that I have work to do.

So yes… kindergarten is definitely happening this autumn.

Veni’s courses are on top of our family business,

and with our son being sick, everything feels heavier.

Usually, I take care of most of the housework and shopping.

Now it just feels like too much.

And I don’t feel well either.

Probably one of those summer viruses

that slowly gets everyone.

I need a break.

Just one day for myself.

Peace.

Good food.

No rushing between a million things.

At times like this, I really miss my mother.

I wish we lived closer.

Close enough to ask for help.

Tonight, I’m planning something simple:

A nice dinner.

A long shower.

A glass of wine.

My book.

I just hope nothing gets in the way.

If you feel like you haven’t had space to breathe in a while:

→ For the days when everything feels too much  

→ The kind of tired that isn’t about sleep