How I judge my stress level:
Folks, that’s WHITE (er, kinda yellow I guess) on the end of my nubby little fingernails. I haven’t seen that in years, years, years. As a rabid nail biter, this is huge progress (Kaia even noticed them one day as I was sitting with her).
So, upon my hands lies the truth: This is how I know that quitting work was the exact right thing for me. This is how I know that being a full-time Mama to my girl is perfect. This is how I know that I am freakishly blissed out on life.