We hit a low (again)  I am not good with stress, in fact I am in a very light weight class when it comes to dealing with stress, tension and the unknown.   I quickly succumb to illness when it all gets to be “too much” and I have a difficult time keeping my mood uplifted when something is on my mind.  If I do plaster on my happy face, the worry underneath rears it’s ugly head in many other forms.

We had another weekend of open houses and another showing. All while balancing visitors from Germany, soccer windups and kids parties.

Hubby looked at me Monday morning and with the promise of more open houses on the coming weekend, we made the decision to distance ourselves and get away for a few days.

Stress is a funny beast. When it is present in one small area of your life, it reaches leaks and trickles to all the other places.  It affects your patience grocery shopping, it causes feelings of overwhelm when you stare down the mountainous pile of laundry. It means you are short with the kids and not as chatty on the playground.

And then, when conflict does come up, it means your normal armor for dealing with issues is weakened.

So, for us, distance is a short term solution. It is a chance to forget the lists and uncertainty of the future.  It is the possible answer to allow us to leave our stress behind for a few days.

In a few short hours, kennels were booked and accommodations found.  Our journey was planned.

And the funny thing… once we made that plan to proceed with our life…. We got an offer.

Strange how things work like that eh!  It was almost as if the universe was waiting for us to demonstrate our intention… not just state it.