My husband grinds his teeth, has for years. He has a bite guard and it helps protect his teeth, but doesn’t stop the grinding. I do not grind my teeth, never have. Over the holidays, a well-intentioned family member said it was the difference between his high-stress job and my quiet, non-demanding job. Right. Because that right there means I have no stress.
No, I don’t stress about whether I’m in a job that I’m passionate about, or that I’m afraid won’t grow into something more meaningful and rewarding.
Nope, no stress about the house that’s falling down and needs a huge, expensive renovation.
What, me stress about paying for another two and half years of college for the girl, plus then college for the boy?
I have no worries about the sweet large dog who’s going in for x-rays today because he’s having problems with one of his hind legs. He’s a large breed, 100 pounds, and I have no worries that he’s going to have debilitating joint issues for the rest of his life.
Yeah. It pissed me off. I know she didn’t mean it to be patronizing but it sure came out that way. No, I don’t grind my teeth. My stress and anxieties manifest in different ways, like comfort eating. Drinking wine. Obsessive knitting. Snapping at people. Stomach aches. Biting my nails.
I guess it all comes back to that saying, something like “Be kind, for everyone is facing a battle you know nothing about.”
And send good thoughts to Duncan today. He needs them.
Yes….everyone has something going on. And I know about living in an old house…me too and it is one thing after another.
That’s for sure!
That would get my dander up too!
Good healing thoughts to your sweet pup!
And yeah, I hate the “your job is easy so you have no stress” comments. (For starters, have you done my job? Do you know for sure that there’s no stress involved? Argh.)
*hugses* people should really think before they speak.
Good for you for not biting her head off. Everyone has stress. Everyone has a job that is important. What an asshat.
I’m thinking about Duncan a lot. Please snuggle him for me.
Thank you. 🙂
Aw man, I’m sorry. I’ve learned that everyone carries something with them, no matter how it looks from the outside. Big hugs.