This has been a week when I’ve needed to repeat this phrase to myself over and over again. Both of the kids got the flu. There was ice and snow. There was lots of work to get done. There has been no food in the house. It’s times like these when you realize that you’re just barely keeping all those balls in the air. It’s not that disaster strikes or that the world fell apart, but you know you’re not playing your A game. I handle stress okay, but I much prefer for things to be running more smoothly. I know people who thrive on being right on the edge of overwhelmed. I can do that for a day or two, but long term, no thanks. I’m hoping the sanitary napkin bag prophecy turns out to be true because FSM knows I could use a break.