When I’m stressed I rock more, flap my hands more, and walk on my toes more. Change is a big culprit that causes me to feel stressed. One of the biggies is moving to a new house.
When I moved to my house long before I met hubby, I lingered while touring the house.
After the lease was signed, the kids and I drove around the neighborhood a few times. We also wen t to the local mini-mall and walked around. They didn’t care about the appliance store, Caribou Coffee, or the pediatrician, but their eyes lit up when they spotted Subway and McDonald’s. I groaned.
Another day, I drove around sans children and found my bank, the schools, a pharmacy, and the grocery store taking note of how to find them again. When I move somewhere it gets me in a panic when we need groceries, and I don’t know where to find the store.
It’s all the other newness of a house, unpacking, and other changes in routine that makes me upset about not knowing where the grocery store is. Once we unpacked (read: I unpacked) and I had my stuff in the usual places, such as in the kitchen cupboard big plates to the left near the stove and littler plates to the right of them, and so on, I started to relax. I felt like I hadn’t breathed with all the newness and change in routine.
We stayed there for eight years. I called it resistance to change and the contentment from it, but my mom self called it stability for the kids.
