Stress vs. Happiness

" We live longer than our forefathers; but we suffer more from a thousand artificial anxieties and cares. They fatigued only the muscles, we exhaust the finer strength of the nerves." ~Edward George Bulwer-Lytton

Have you ever had one of those days where you wanted to pull your own hair out.....or someone else's....or both? I have been having a lot of those days lately, so much so that I have turned into a very unhappy person. I'm stressed about caring for my son (who requires a little more care than the average toddler), I'm stressed about working from home (because that has turned into more of a job and more working hours than I ever really wanted) and I am stressed about being so stressed all the time. It's to the point I think some days I might just have a stroke and be done with it.

My husband, the straightforward man that he is, told me last night that I needed to figure out what it is that will make me happy, and then DO IT. For my husband, life is either black or white. There are no shades of gray. So we often have very different ideas of how to solve problems, which can just add to my frustration. Sometimes, I just want to smack him upside the head (and pull his hair out) when he says stuff like that. But then I got to thinking and realized that he had a good point. So I'm in the process of figuring out what it is that will really make me happy. It's funny, because you'd think I'd automatically know the answer to that question, but I don't. I'm not sure anyone has ever asked me that before. Usually, people are so consumed with what will make them happy, they lose site of what others need.