When I was diagnosed as pre-diabetic (see, I'm still in denial) I started to obsessively check my blood sugar -- like every couple hours. I realized quickly that stress made it jump way high.
I tried to explain it to my kids and told them that the little things were what stressed me out. I got more stressed out by consistent disobedience over little things than the major issues in my life.
I told them, when I die, I want my headstone to say, "Mother of 10: It Was the Little Things that Killed her."
My youngest has never forgotten this moment. When his siblings aren't listening to me he'll often say, "Remember, guys, it's the little things that are killing her.
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