My stress level is getting out of hand. I have been waking in the middle of the night and am unable to get back to sleep. The frustrating thing is that most nights I don't sit there fretting--I am just suddenly and irrevokably awake. We are so close to putting our house on the market. I should be excited rather than just worried, but we are so financially strapped right now. I feel in one sense that my life is about to begin again with a new chance...then another part of me is sure that the house of cards I've built is about to come tumbling down. part of me is just sure that this beautiful goal of traveling together, being together as a family just isn't going to happen.

Greg is totally calm and excited. Even when told--hey, we have $100 to live on for the next two weeks, he just doesn't get concerned. "It will work out" is his modus-operandi (how in hte world do you spell that?).

And some hours I wonder--why am I so stressed? In all likelihood, it will work out just fine...so why let myself get all worked up? Why can't I just relax?
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