I listen to books on tape when I am cleaning, cooking, washing up, driving in the car, even when shopping in the supermarket. It soothes me like nothing else and with headphones on, the rest of the world can go hang. I also like to hear stories of how others suffer in their lives and how they find strengths to confront their difficulties. Maybe I can learn from them.
I sleep more. A lot more. LIke 12 hours worth this past Saturday night. Boy did I need it.
I make lists of all there is to do and I allot time to each thing to timetable it, so that I can see clearly what I have time for and what I don't. I cut a lot of stuff out. I achieve way less than I used to but I am happier for it.
I make time for my workout whenever possible, I rationalize it, it is for me, it will make me a much happier person when I am done and i will feel stronger and more able to face up to all that awaits me still, all the sources of stress.
I set stricter limits for the kids, scream a them a bit, they get the message and run off to bed with little more warning required. Sometimes it all is too much and that is when the kids need to know that enough is enough for today, they need to go to bed NOW or life will get worse, things will get nasty, Mum will be peuce in the face and their prized possessions may just disappear if they do not listen up! But when that happens, I know it is PMS time for me and the only real remedy is a good book, a cup of coffee and tuck myself up in bed alone, with the door slammed shut, to relax and fall asleep when ready. Those are also the days when I go on strike: I abandon the family members to their own fates: the washing up, next day's packed lunches and laundry will not be done, I am not cleaning up their mess and putting the house straight after they have away to bed, I am going to bed and they can fend for themselves.
Sometimes you just need to tell the rest of them in no uncertain terms that you will explode if they do not leave you alone until further notice.
Clare