Late Night Ramblings

How does one balance themselves? Do normal people come automatically balanced and know how to function in a normal relationship?
I've always wondered what it would be like to be normal.
You know, the type of folk who don't attract drama, who don't make hasty decisions, who aren't spontaneous, and who automatically come with a built in crises that's prone to erupting at the worst possible time.
Yes, that was a dramatic description, but you get my drift.
What would it be like to have a Christmas that I don't need to fret about because I'd actually have more money to spend?
What would it be like to have a vehicle that doesn't break down (I personally don't believe they exist)?

I took H for a walk today, as both boys were fixing to drive me bonkers. It was a misty rain outside, and we couldn't see town from the road we were on (unusual, because normally we can). We walked for just over an hour (don't worry,I brought the stroller) and he didn't stop talking the entire time. How is it that a 3 year old can possibly have so much to say that it can occupy an entire hour straight??
Darius gave me a hug and wiggled me from side to side, and when I gazed at him with a perplexed look on my face he said "I like jiggling the baby" "I mean belly!"
I'm stressing again. I really wish I could take some sort of class that could teach me a better coping mechanism, instead of having the stress I endure affect my body the ways that it does. This shit can get rather tiresome when the stress decides to make itself a permanent residence in my life. Do I breath? Do I rubb a pressure point? Do I say woosahhh?
I'd love to be able to eat without feelin unfomfortable. I'd love to be able to keep food at normal levels instead of fluxuating with the stress levels.
I know it may be bad to say, but 2009 was a real tough year.
If you think of it this way (and it was rather embaressing to admit to my Dr when I discussed the bodily issues I'm having), I've been in a constant state of stress since April. That's 9 months worth of stress folks. One big thing or another. I have to wonder when my body is just going to say "enough of you I'm going on vacation".
I need to contact Labour Standards tomorrow because I've yet to receive my last pay, and it was due before Saturday. I was hoping I could get away without having to contact them any further about anything. No such luck.
I hope I get a clothes shaver for Christmas, the sweater I'm wearing right now really needs it...