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I've been very stressed and anxious lately which has led to the endearing quality of not being able to focus on anything or anyone. If someone's talking to me, I try really hard to listen and pay attention, but soon enough, I'm right back in my brain, obsessing and freaking out. Part of it is lack of quality sleep. Part of it is worry about things that have been going on. Lately, it's regularly crept up my shoulders and into my neck, and then taken on the form of headaches.

I know I don't take very good care of myself. I don't take any time out of my day to ground myself and refocus. Instead, I gradually get tenser and tenser until I crawl into bed and hope a night's sleep is enough to cure what ails me, but mostly it doesn't and I wake up exhausted.

The last two nights I've stretched out to a yoga dvd before going to bed. I've tried yoga before, but frankly, the sessions take too long. Generally I want lots of results in very little time, even when it comes to relaxation, and wouldn't you know it, therein lies the problem. After the very first session, I noticed a huge difference in how I felt physically. I'm going to try very hard to make that a regular part of my day.

Henry has to go to the doctor's bright and early tomorrow morning to have his two stitches removed. The reality of the fact that he actually has stitches hit him like a ton of bricks when I told him about his upcoming doctor's appointment and he completely fell apart. He was so distraught that when I pulled him onto my lap and hugged and held him while he cried, he didn't try to get away. I talked with him about it and told him all about the stitches I had when I was a kid. It helped subdue him temporarily, but once he started imagining how they're going to get the stitches out (I made the mistake of saying they might use scissors. Why did I think that would help?), a fresh batch of sobs would rear it's ugly head. I've noticed that it's much better to tell him these things a few hours before they happen, rather than spring them on him. This way he can cry, freak out, ask questions, digest what's coming, so that by the time he's faced with the reality of it, he usually handles things pretty well. Keep your fingers crossed for him tomorrow. And let's hope they don't actually use scissors. Let's hope they use magic.