third time not any more charming than the first two times

Third time’s a charm, right?
Austin is my third kid. You’d think I’d have it all figured out by now… but as most of you parents know, each kid is a whole new ball of wax.
We’re having some issues as far as curfew and boundaries and rules for afterschool/before mom gets home behavior. It’s put my stress level way higher than it should be. Even if there was not another single thing in my life to be stressed about.
And there are other things in my life to be stressed about.
Work.
Money.
My pending divorce.
The holidays.
Just getting thru as a single parent. Single person. Single income household. It’s a marathon, not a sprint.
And honestly, lately the road is long.
I’m not *end of the world* stressed like I was so often in Jacksonville.
But I am “are you KIDDING ME?” stressed.
I’m seeing a counselor. I have an appointment for Thursday.
Because, as you may have figured out by now, I’m not ten feet tall and bullet proof.
And I need to find a way to not let this stuff get to me because… I imagine things will get worse before they get better.
Someone once told me that at any given moment in your life you’re either about to enter a crisis, in the middle of a crisis or just coming out of a crisis. So crisis management seems to be a rather important tool, doesn’t it?
Interesting footnote to all of this… I was really discouraged yesterday and quite openly asked for prayer.
So far today I’ve sold two health policies, two car policies and a life policy. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I’m the same sales person that I was yesterday.
More later, maybe…