I have this bad habit of getting overwhelmed by daily life. It’s not a reasonable emotion and allowing it to happen at all is an indulgence, and not the good kind. Its more like an extra three squirts of butter on a small bag of movie popcorn than a piece of dark chocolate or a really good Cabernet. I do it but I’m not proud. So, indulgent self, I’ve got some advice for you. Here goes:
Stop all of the internal complaining. You don’t need anxiety medication. Your life isn’t the kind of life that warrants anxiety. There is no struggle for survival. There is no life or death health issue. In the grand scheme of things, there is no struggle for anything. There are millions (maybe billions) of people who would be grateful to have access to the contents of your trash can each week. You want for not and waste a lot. You are an American. That’s what you do.
Stop raging against your obligations. It’s about as productive as declaring war on the weather. This mom thing you chose to do, it comes with obligations. Lots of them. Yeah, I know you do them but change your freakin’ attitude. Embrace them. They are your position.
You, unlike many in the world, will have an opportunity for rest if, God willing, you make it to senior citizen-dom. And the sad, brutal irony is that, once you are there, you will miss the busyness. You will long for the obligations. You will wax nostalgic about the time when your kids were little and your days were filled with chaos and excitement. You will wish you didn’t waste so much energy resenting the obligations when you were there, in the moment.
So, for the love of all that is holy, stop the internal struggle. Embrace the obligations. Find your glory in the humdrum and be there, all of you, all of the time.
That is all.
Another Gray Hair 
but being medicated is sooooo much easier than trying to talk yourself down 😉