In today’s lunchtime poll, I want to know about when life was the pits for you.
My fiance’s best friend died over Thanksgiving weekend, unexpectedly, and then my parents had to put their dog down this weekend. Now my dude is back in Seattle for the friend’s memorial, and our dog is being something of a terrorist. I’m so exhausted by everything that’s been going on that I’m past grief and sorrow and into a form of buzzing irritation that is taking itself out in scrubbed floors and manic rounds of baking.
But misery loves company, right? So, today, I want to hear about the last time it felt like everything was crashing down around your ears. How do you cope with overwhelming stress? And why the hell does it seem like bad things always seem to happen in clusters?