Small things stress me out that probably shouldn't. I am psycho about being on time for starters. I had this ingrained in my head from my band days in high school - "to be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late, and to be late is to be left out."
Change doesn't stress me out as Ray and I have been pretty crazy about change in our lives. The week we were getting married we bought a townhouse and I accepted a new job. When Ashley was born, Ray decided to forgo his stable consulting job to become a realtor. Nothing like new mom hormones and no guaranteed paychecks to make someone crazy.
So today in the mail I get a letter from Ashley's school. She is on track 1 of a year round school. Most year round schools have 2 class per each of the 4 tracks. She actually has 3 classes in her track. And per the letter, due to "a reduction in the enrollment in 2nd grade" they are downsizing her track to 2 classes. Not only does this mean she is no longer in the teacher's class she thought she was (that teacher is moving tracks), but they are asking for volunteers to move tracks.
I DO NOT WANT TO MOVE TRACKS. And the unknown now about who the heck will be her teacher (she starts 2nd grade on July 9th if she stays in track 1) stresses me out. As does whether or not we will be forced to move tracks. Ray is of the mindset, eh, wait and see what happens. Me? The unknown drives me crazy.
So the 2 mini-cupcakes I just inhaled did not help with my stress. I am not sure anything will at this point.