Recently, I have been feeling so stressed and anxious over the silliest things. Like leaving my house, going to the doctor, going to the store, making sure the kids are getting all of their virtual work done on time, and staying on top of my endless list of things to do. I have always been a list maker. I love lists. I live by lists. Lists keep me organized. I write down all the things that need to be done and slowly cross them off the list. If I don’t put something on the list, it likely won’t get done because my memory is shit lately, too. The problem with…