Yesterday I had a day off from my job, and almost wish I hadn't. While I only work part time, meaning four to five hour days four to five days a week, I've found that working a four hour day actually drains me just as much as working an eight hour day did when I was working full time. Therefore, when I saw that I had the day off I made plans to make the most of it.
Having just recently been introduced to Spoon Theory one of the first things I wanted to do was to organize my spoon drawer. I'd also read a blog (which I can't find again) about the importance of rigid routines when one is on the Autism Spectrum, which I was going to use to help me sort my spoon drawer. Then there was some running around to get various errands done, work on painting the door to my bathroom, which is currently on saw horses and will be rehung once the painting is done, Restart a self-help program that I had stalled out on and wasted several days arguing with myself about whether it was worth it or not, wash dishes that had built up as both my daughter and I had been too tired to get through them for a couple of days. DD is also on the spectrum and works part time.
There were other things I wanted to do as well, and I just dumped everything into one box and planned on it all sort of organizing itself eventually.
So I woke up knowing I had to sort my spoon drawer before anything else. I had not anticipated how many spoons it would cost to just BEGIN to plan things out and I really never even got started on actually doing anything. Sorting spoons, planning a routine, the two tasks just overwhelmed me, until it was time to drive my DD to her job. Okay, so I brought my errands with me and began running around once she was at work. Dr.s office, Post office, verify something at my job, bring the verification back to the Dr.s office. Skip going to the community center and head home. Do a large load of dishes and wish once again that I had a dishwasher. Start paining the trim work in the bathroom as well as start working on the door. Plus walk and play with the dog and get dinner into the crock pot.
Suddenly I had no spoons left and it was only about 1:30 in the afternoon. No matter how I pushed myself, I simply could not do anything else for the rest of the day beyond getting my daughter home from her job. It was so frustrating.
I'm still not quite certain how to sort my spoons. I think it would be easier if I only had one issue to deal with, but I have Aspergers, Sjogrens, clinical depression, and an adult HFA daughter who also suffers from depression. I also have to watch my diet, no bread or wheat products, and I haven't been doing that with pizza for dinner one night followed by a frozen lasagna. These all require so many spoons just to stay above water, it isn't really surprising how many 'basic' things end up being neglected, such as the dinner dishes.
Done whining for the day. Anyone have cheese and crackers?
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