I'm a calm person, generally speaking. I have intense emotions, but I'm not prone to acting on them, and I don't react irrationally (most of the time) to surprises -- even unpleasant ones.
I'm one of those people you want by your side in an emergency. Even if I've just been traumatized by whatever I saw (bad wreck, whatever), I'm fully functional in a crisis. I can calmly do what needs to be done, even if I'm scared or upset inside. You see those sorts of people directing other bystanders after a wreck, or jumping in to help without a second thought.
I think even faster than normal in an emergency and can be counted on to weigh options and form a plan of action in seconds, with backups already in mind in case the situation changes unexpectedly or the main plan doesn't work.
So what does that have to do with anything?
Well, I tend to approach everyday mini-crises in much the same way. Contain the explosion, deal with the aftermath (whatever "explosion" might represent in any given situation). I can handle bad things, esp. if I suspect ahead of time that they're coming, but I hate surprises.
I really, really hate nasty little surprises in everyday life.
I'm dealing with a situation right now in which the other shoe is expected to drop later this week, but like with most things, I've already mapped out the worst-case scenario in a few different ways, and I'm feeling as comfortable as I can be with something like that on the horizon.
The wait takes a bit of a toll, though. It's like being stretched thin over too many days. So when today was a bad day, I was keeping it together, laid back and calm...to a point.
Little one and linebacker baby get their baths together, on the nights when linebacker baby gets a bath (his skin is too sensitive right now for daily baths, which little one does get). Bath time is the one point in the evening when I know things will go right. They both love the water, and little one thinks it's cool that her baby bro can sit in there with her.
I got the kids in the tub and was just starting the washing process when little one completely freaked out on me. I'm not talking typical little one tantrum (we have those, and we deal just fine with them - they're not too bad, most of the time). This was actually a violent objection to everything in the world. I got hit, kicked, etc. just trying to keep her in the tub and prevent her from drowning herself and/or the baby in the process.
My ears were ringing with her screaming in my face, but I wasn't going to let her disrupt the routine she normally loves (and needs). I kept talking to her, trying to calm her down. Suddenly, I noticed that the sticker on her hand from earlier was gone. Aha! I asked her about it, and she agreed to calm down in return for another sticker after the bath.
It was over just like that. But not. I noticed later, after I got her in bed, that I was shaking. I guess it's heading toward overload here with all the stress lately. But you know what? I'm doing ok, and I think a lot of it is just the not knowing/waiting part of this other shoe-situation. Once that's cleared up, everything will feel more even-keeled. :)
I am calm and normally fairly relaxed. I really am. It's just that some days, I have to remind myself I am, to get back to that point! :-D



