? My husband works a lot, so I don’t have much choice but to bring my kids along.
Dear Frazzled: I shared your question with Claire Zulkey — journalist, author of a parenting newsletter (zulkey.com) and, like you, mother of two young children. She responds: “Second-born 3-year-old boys are the number one cause of gray hair, at least in my home.
“The ideal solution is to get out of shopping with the kids, or at least the youngest. If you can, throw a bit of money at the problem — ordering groceries online, or hiring a baby sitter for an hour so you can shop solo. Unless cash flow is very tight, don’t talk yourself out of this like it’s a luxury. 
“Also, talk to your husband. Can he do the shopping on the way home from work, or stay home with the kids while you shop? Or do you have a friend with kids your age who will trade sits with you?
“If those options are untenable, my recommendation is to try to go to the store as early as humanly possible when the kids haven’t started to melt down yet and, more importantly, the store has fewer people in it to heighten the stress.
You take the older child with you. You and the older sibling return, having had a couple of adventures (you discover artichokes, for instance).
Dear Amy: About two years ago, due to the stress of a move and taking a new job with much responsibility and little support, I had a nervous breakdown. I tried to go back to work in that same profession twice, but I had to quit due to mental health issues.
I am currently on disability. It is so hard to think about doing something else after 20 years in the same profession. I feel that no other job will be as challenging or interesting as my original position.
My confidence is extremely low, and despite new medication and very little stress, I feel that I am floundering. I take classes and volunteer, but it’s not the same as a paid position. Please help!
Dear Paralyzed: It must be hard to continue to concentrate on your mental health and healing when you are also (quite naturally) jumping at the bit to dive back into your profession.
Your challenge now will be to manage your stress and paralysis, to put one foot in front of the other (no leaping!), and to see each day as a discrete unit. Looking too far ahead creates too much pressure and might make you relapse. Talk this through in therapy.
There is a job for you. It won’t be the job you had. As you continue to recover, you will shift and open yourself to new possibilities.
Amy, you missed the most obvious solution! Dude needs to get his hearing checked.
Dear Been There: Yes! Although this man’s hearing issues seem to be selective, I agree that this is a possibility.
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In my early 40s, everything felt as though it was going according to plan: I was married to a wonderful guy, had two amazing kids, taught 10 yoga classes a week at local gyms and hotels, and had started my own inspirational clothing line. I was moving through life at warp speed—busy but happily juggling my roles as wife, mom, and entrepreneur. It seemed that there would always be another fun project to take on—and that I would be able to handle it with ease and aplomb.
I drew inspiration and strength in my daily life from my mother, who had battled breast cancer four times over the course of 14 years—and won! She was a fighter and brought that attitude to her chemotherapy treatments. What could have been a place of gloom instead became a place of love, light, and laughter, thanks to her positive outlook and thoughtful compassion for others, despite her own condition.
The cancer recurred during the summer of 2009, when she was 77 years old, and we honestly didn't think anything of it; she'd beaten it before. It would be tough, but I felt certain that with her experience, strong support base, and excellent medical team, she'd win again.
But then, when I least expected it, life took a disastrous detour. My mother and father were over for dinner, visiting their grandkids, and my mother was having difficulty breathing. She blamed it on her asthma, but my husband, Marc, an orthopedic surgeon, wasn't buying it. He checked her vital signs and found that she was in atrial fibrillation. By the time my husband and father got her into the ER, she was in full cardiac arrest. She remained in the hospital for the next 3 weeks.
Time suddenly froze. I gave up my teaching to spend every possible moment with my mother. Over the next 2 months, she was in and out of the hospital, and we eventually moved her into hospice care. I tried to stay strong for her, but each night when I'd get home from visiting her, I would do five or six yoga poses I found calming, such as Downward-Facing Dog and Cat/Cow Pose, and then take a hot shower. It was all I could do not to fall apart. She passed away in early September of that year.
Two weeks after my mother passed, I went back to the hospital to visit with the chemotherapy patients whom my mother and I had befriended. I remember walking through the doors, holding tightly to a batch of cookies, trying not to cry. I don't know what compelled me to go back so quickly; I think I just wasn't ready to face my feelings alone.
As painful as it initially felt, I kept going back, week after week, and slowly I was able to open up and truly begin to heal. There's no way to face grief except head-on. Cancer is horrible, and death is horrible, but being honest about my feelings allowed me to connect with people going through similar experiences, opening my eyes to the humbling fact that I'm not the only one who's lost a loved one. I could easily have been stuck in a numbing state of self-pity, but spending time with the patients and their families helped keep me grounded.
I learned to stay present despite the pain by drawing on my yoga practice in a new way. Yoga had always been a special part of my relationship with my mom. She introduced me to it when I was a fifth grader—I'd come home from school frazzled, and she'd take me through a Sun Salutation and tell me to meditate. I thought she was a crazy hippie, but I did it, and it always made me feel better (try our calming yoga routine).
While working through my grief, I reflected on those early