Sing Hallelujah Amen!

I know.  I promised I would stop skipping days on this blog.  I made a November resolution to be more organized.  (Of course, I make that resolution every month.)  But I swear I had a good reason, guys!  My final writing assignment for the semester was due on Thursday, and it was a 30 page appellate brief.

So that's it.  I took my last LARC (that's legal writing, or lawyering for the rest of you folks) class this week.  So I thought it might be a good idea to discuss how different people deal with the after-effects of stress.

Some people sleep for hours on end.  Their system just crashes and they just head to their beds and the sweet embrace of dreamland.  Others drink.  Copiously.  The parties that happen after major stress-related events in law school would make our parents gasp.  And then probably sit us on the couch and warn of us of the perils of alcoholism.  I do neither of those things.

I become Suzy Homemaker.

I know I've talked before about how in high stress situations, like final exams, the adrenaline makes my brain clear and I zip through the exam without any nerves at all.  After the exam, however, is another story.  I begin shaking and my stomach feels sick and I want to either pass out or cry.  (I don't mind, of course.  For clarity of mind during exams, it's a VERY small price to pay.)

But like Newton says, a body in motion stays in motion, and after go, go, going, I can't stop.  I can't force myself to relax.  I need to be doing something.  So after my appellate brief was turned in, I started cleaning.  I Lysol-ed my bathroom to death, including the grout, I dusted the baseboards, I windex-ed the mirrors, I scrubbed the toilet, I attacked the bathtub, and I rearranged the cabinets.  Then I moved on to my bedroom, where I threw out all the things I didn't need anymore, rearranged my desk, dusted all of the wooden surfaces, actually made my bed for the first time in a week, and vacuumed.

Guys, by the time I was done, I had to leave my apartment before I passed out from the smell.

Today I went to tutoring, where we got to go to gym with the kids and pretty much played volleyball and basketball against our mentees.  Then when I got home, rather than chilling, or at least sitting still to do my reading, I went to the grocery store.  Where I bought ingredients for things I won't even have time to make.

And when I realized that, I thought, "This might be a good time to start using up what's in my fridge!"  Interestingly, I possessed a whole pineapple.  So I used half of that to make bread.  And then, because I already had the food processor out, proceeded to make mango, strawberry, and pineapple smoothies.  (Because I also had frozen mango and strawberries in the freezer, as well as having bought a giant container of plain yogurt from the grocery store today.  Again for no reason.)  So, you see, when under the ravages of stress, I tend to make sure everyone in my life has warm bread to come home to.

The whole point of this is, of course, I now have an entire loaf of french bread for no reason.

I guess The Boy will be eating french toast with a sweetened yogurt topping at some point this weekend.