Given my currently “semi-abled” status, I thought I’d write a bit about The Spoon Theory. Written in an effort to capture a “What’s it like to be chronically sick” conversation between friends, the author does a magnificent job putting forth an easily explained scenario. While I live a reasonably “normal” life, days like today highlight, underscore, bold, and italicize how fortunate I am that the Very Bad Days are rare.
Like most Moms, I’m not so good at paying attention to my own needs when Thing One and Thing Two crack open the party box. (“But what good’s a house without any Things in it?”) Having a day like this pretty much forces me to pay attention – one wrong step and I might faceplant – possibly landing on a rugrat or two in the process. It also makes me double- and triple-think the “clothesline to save on electricity” stance. I also realized I need to gear up for a freezer cooking session – I’ve let that slide horribly. We have plenty of convenience foods, but no “meals” that can be easily assembled for when I can’t stand and cook. Holly, come visit so we can cook, woman!
We’re also running rather low in the “sympathy/respect” department at Chez Emily. Sympathy – I pretty much know better than to expect that. Respect, however, is an entirely different animal. I realize that you’re not in my body and you don’t KNOW what it feels like. Yes, it’s frustrating me everso slightly. It doesn’t take much to acknowledge, accept, and move on with Plan B for the day, I promise.