When I was younger, I stressed about every. little. thing. (Okay let's be real, sometimes I still do).
When I was younger, if I came home and the ceiling was leaking in our bathroom, and plans had to change, and I got nothing done, I would be a ball of crying stress.
I called our maintenance department and surrendered to the chaos.
(Oh, and ordered pizza).
On tough nights do you fight it or have you learned how to surrender?