I thought I had none or hadn't allowed any. But today I realized that Christmas is about a week away and I haven't bought a gift or mailed a card except for my Secret Santa. So I guess I will be celebrating New Year's this year.
And, as expected given my history, my new home has sprung a leak. So I will be having nightmares for a month about living on Noah's ark. Meantime, I have plugged it with two rolls of paper towels. The joy of home ownership begins...gale winds, drenching rains, and a window that isn't. Could be worse - it could be snow.
My son is in trouble again. I wait and remind myself that I can and should do nothing both for his sake and mine. Why doesn't it get any easier?
So to answer your question: yes, I have stress. All of it is "normal" and I will deal with it. Nothing I can't handle. And nothing that changes my mind about this being the happiest time I have ever known. And, although I am amazed at my own callousness, I do not let other peoples' stress in.