Stress likes my face

It's been a week since Trapper left for Colorado and the tough suzy exterior is started to break down. In the beginning I thought, "Okay, I can definitely do this. No problem. Trap will be back before I know it and the packing wil not be all that bad." PSH. Right... Must I remind myself that I have a 5 month old who is extremely spoiled for attention. I guess that happens to all first babies, because we just can't stop playing or cuddling with them. But the exhaustion is setting in more than I thought it would. I can still do this, but I may have to get a little help. Tomorrow I'm hoping to get some boxes from the Relief Society president in my ward. I had expected to get them on Monday, but since then she's been busy with too many things, so I've had to accomodate with the new schedule that comes daily. Jackson takes 2, sometimes 3 (bless that little boy), naps during the day, so I'm able to get a LITTLE packing done. Trapper will definitely have his hands full when he comes home though. And I'll have to warn him that the house is like a warzone right now. Anyway, SO YEAH, about the title. I say stress likes my face because since Trapper has left or maybe even before, my face has steadily broken out in zits. I think I have about 3 or 4 on my head, 1 between my eyes, a couple on my chin and several tiny ones hiding around my nose. Those disgusting jerks! I remember a similar time when stress went beyond its bounds and gave me grief: two weeks before my wedding. My mom and I did a roadtrip across the country (from NC to UT) two weeks before Trap and I were to get married. We had a most memorable trip. I won't give you all the details, it took us several days to get there. And on each day, there was something new that tested our faith. Our car almost ran out of gas during a traffic jam that lasted for two hours, then on that same day we stayed in the WORST hotel I've ever been in. Don't EVER stay in an EconoLodge. They're NASTY!! I won't give you the details of what happened, but it was the worst case of management we'd ever seen. And I'm not sure when this happened, before or after we started the trip, but I developed an ulcer in the front of my mouth after accidentally biting down too hard a couple of times. It was torture. The thing got so big and nasty that I couldn't talk (unless I wanted to wince in pain) after the 3rd day. I remember trying to talk to Trapper on the phone and it just wasn't working. My mom had to relay my messages to him. Eating and drinking also proved to be a terrible ordeal. It was because of eating and biting down on it, and the added stress, that it continued to get worse. I hated that ulcer. Stupid ulcer.
So be good to yourselves!! Take time out to relax and breathe! I'm trying to just take a few minutes in the evening or during Jackson's naps to lay down and evaluate the situation I'm in. It helps to lift my spirits. So, hopefully my face will stop looking like a crazed maniac and start looking like me again. : )