Sometimes I think that I stress too much about things. Take, for instance, this weekend. I didn't have a lot of work to do, but I estimated that it would take me maybe 3-4 hours to actually do the work I had brought home. Which, I estimated, I could easily do in 2 2-hour shifts on Sunday, before and after this thing I had to attend with Mr. Jane.
Of course, I got preoccupied with other things around the house (and football), and didn't do any work before the thing. Which completely stressed me out, leading to me bitterly complaining to Mr. Jane that I couldn't possibly go to this thing because I'd be up so late making up for the time I lost this afternoon, blah blah blah. And so I shouldn't go because I'd be miserable and I'd make him miserable, etc etc.
So what happened? We went and I had a good time---I actually forgot about work for a while. And then we came home and I finished most of my work in under an hour. (The rest will probably take me a half hour, tops, once I finish this post.)
It's nice to be wrong about things like this, but now I wish I hadn't wasted so much mental energy stressing about the day's tasks!