Well, the first day was exhilarating.  This day is already testing my patience.  Landlord called, said the rent was late.  School nurse called, daughter was kicked in the mouth and a tooth is dangling.

I had to say “No” very loudly several times when I felt my stomach acid churning and my heart rate shoot through the roof.  Then I had to do a self check:  Are either one of these situations ones that should cause me complete panic?  After a few minutes and some deep breaths, I realized that nothing was deserving of my usual fight or flight response. I could hear a little voice inside of me take control and say:

Celine…just call the dentist and see if you can get the little one in for a check up, and call the landlord and find out where the check went to.

Turns out, the landlord is out of town (hadn’t seen the mail yet), and the loose tooth is just a baby tooth.  Going to fall out anyway, and there was no major damage done.  So yeah, anxiety not warranted.

It’s not even noon yet.  Bring it on!