My Reflections:

Today I go to the gym with C Bear and Little M in tow.

It’s been awhile.

While I’m herding the boys into the gym, we pass by some other kiddos with their mama.

And I smell something.

Phew!  Worst B.O…..

EVER!

Oh, those poor children, I think to myself.  They stink!

And as we pass by them, I cringe.

Oh no!  It’s not them – it’s MY kids!  Ack!  

My kids stink!

But a second later it gets worse.  Cause I realize it’s not my kids.

Sniff [pause], sniff-sniff.

Horrors!

IT’S ME!

I haven’t even started working out yet, and I smell worse than I ever have.  IN.  MY.  LIFE.

Oh, my heavens, how can this be?

And it hits me that there’s only one logical explanation for this:

STRESS SWEAT.

Do you know about stress sweat?

I never fully got that Secret deodorant commercial about stress sweat (this one here)…

Until now.

Yes, this stress sweat thing takes your average run-of-the-mill  B.O. to a whole other level entirely.

Undeniably.

Ack!

Guess I better add some extra-super-mega-ultra-max antiperspirant/deodorant to the shopping list.  Cause like the commercial says, stress sweat is most certainly “different than heat & activity sweat… it smells worse.”

Stress:  Check!

Smells worse:  Double check!!

This stress sweating only adds to the recent eye twitching I’ve been experiencing (that’s only happened once before, again when I was under stress).  Kinda crazy how despite my best efforts to “deal” with everything lately, my body still has it’s own way of “dealing.”  And it just ain’t pretty sometimes.

I forgo a pre-workout shower and hope to blend into the sweaty masses of a workout class before being sniffed out.

I definitely do not forgo a post-wokout shower though.

Followed by a very liberal application of whatever antiperspirant I have on hand (prescription-strength will have to wait).

 

Later in the day, a shipment arrives.

Not sure if this helps alleviate or exacerbate the stress, but none the less, I’ve got some serious reading (and watching) to do:

 

While J Jr. has some serious studying of his own to complete:

 

I’ll leave the math problems to him while I attempt to help Papa eradicate brain cancer (with ginger juices, wheat grass enemas, and plenty of apricot pits… or something like that….).

 

And C Bear?

Well, he’ll just turn lemons into lemonade (or at least that Amazon shipment box into a race car).  No stress-sweatin’ or eye twitchin’ happening for this kid anytime soon.

And I couldn’t be happier about that!