I am a ball of stress. Even when I am not stressed, I swear it just oozes out of me any and every chance it gets. Sometimes unbeknownst to me.
Also, my second child has really given me a rough go in terms of car rides. It seemed almost instantly from getting pregnant I couldn’t hang in the car. And I feel like it didn’t go away.
So today when we decided to do a semi-normal date day and venture out into the world, traveling via car longer than 15 minutes, my body started to malfunction.
I was comfortable. I was safe. I was happy.
My husband noticed it when I stopped talking (great date I am) and being so used to this immediately asked if I needed to go home. No. I’m going to go out. I am going to have fun.
He actually mentioned it possibly being stress. I may not have been the best at going out pre-pandemic. So the stay at home order part of the pandemic was the best and absolute worst thing to happen to me. I had a year of safe. Of comfort. Of staying home with my dog and kids and husband. My happy place. And now, life is weirder than before AND I have to start going out again.
UPDATE: We went out. We had a really nice time. I am so glad we went.