I know I'm stressed when I start daydreaming about what I would do, or what life would be like in an apocalyptic event. Or, if zombies came. Or, even if we were forced to be refugees.
Just this moment I looked down at my clothing - pajamas with a random shirt thrown on for warmth - and thought - well, that wouldn't be warm enough, and is more colorful than I usually go.
Other times I've thought that if there was time, I'd load up our double stroller to take with us. When kids were in diapers, I'd make sure they had a bunch of diapers. When my youngest was nursing, I was relieved that at least he would have food (as long as I could get enough water).
I don't need to go into what is feeding my stress, only that this is one of those signs to me that it's level is creeping up.
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