On Saturday, I moved a bunch of stuff around — carting it in boxes and bags from one room up the stairs to another room, and Sunday was only for napping and remembering that a lot of effort means a lot of rest afterward. Being disabled means being extremely conscious of my energy levels — what I can push through but pay for later, what I can’t push through, what I have just enough spoon in order to do.
That last one is the hardest, though. I’m not very good at gauging my personal ability to do things, even though I’ve been working at understanding it for a long time.
So this week’s thread is on a Monday night, instead of sometime yesterday. Instead of being upset with myself (and my body’s need to rest) and deciding that now I can’t do it at all since I didn’t do it on time, I decided to try something different and just do it ANYWAY, with no shame attached.
Now that the explanation is done — what are you dreading this week??
WHY DO MY CHILDREN HAVE TO GET OLDER?? I have two with birthdays this month and one of them is turning three and one is turning seventeen and oh god, it was just recently that I was seventeen. Right?
Twitter, because every time I've logged on in the past couple of days it's almost completely upsetting content
BONUS EXISTENTIAL DREAD: now we have two goddamn pandemics oh MY *GOD*
My oldest nibling is turning seven and WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? She was just a tiny little thing who slept on my chest every morning nap and now is a gangly pile of limbs
The pile of clean laundry still on my couch...It’s fine if I just have a clean pile of clothes and a dirty pile right?
Twitter discourse. Twitter it’s the worst fucking space to discuss because if you misread a thread it goes from “I wish readers understood chronic wrist pain” to “fuck readers I never want to sign books for them” real fast.
.....I had another thing but my ADHD brain lost it .
I am dreading --
WHY DO MY CHILDREN HAVE TO GET OLDER?? I have two with birthdays this month and one of them is turning three and one is turning seventeen and oh god, it was just recently that I was seventeen. Right?
Twitter, because every time I've logged on in the past couple of days it's almost completely upsetting content
BONUS EXISTENTIAL DREAD: now we have two goddamn pandemics oh MY *GOD*
My oldest nibling is turning seven and WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? She was just a tiny little thing who slept on my chest every morning nap and now is a gangly pile of limbs
The pile of clean laundry still on my couch...It’s fine if I just have a clean pile of clothes and a dirty pile right?
Twitter discourse. Twitter it’s the worst fucking space to discuss because if you misread a thread it goes from “I wish readers understood chronic wrist pain” to “fuck readers I never want to sign books for them” real fast.
.....I had another thing but my ADHD brain lost it .