This is what my husband keeps asking me.
“Why so stressed?”
Good question. I don’t know. Maybe it’s because:
- I had to repeat 2 assignments yesterday for 2 different companies who either have bad computer systems or simply can’t keep track of anything.
- Every day when I pick up my youngest son, his entire body, including his hair, is covered in dirt, and if that weren’t enough, he fills his pockets with sand and his shoes with pebbles.
- Or, it could be because while I try to eat a nice peaceful breakfast and read the newspaper, my husband flies drones around the kitchen in an attempt to land them on my head.
By the way, these are also the answers to the questions, “Why do you need a glass of wine?” and “Why do you go to bed so early?”