One of the frustrations of my life, and I'm sure it is for lots of other lupies as well, is all the things I
don't get done.
My ex-husband used to call me lazy. I hadn't been diagnosed then, but I would just get exhausted so fast, that I never could keep up with the housework.
I would start on the housework, but I would not be able to keep going.
Even now I know what my problem is, and I don't have an accusing husband any more, I still feel guilty about the things I don't get done.
You see, I don't need the accusing husband. I'm quite capable of pointing out to myself all the things I haven't done. I'm quite capable of making myself feel guilty for lying on the couch with my computer instead of doing something about the multiple layers of soap and grime building up in the shower, or the new form of life that's breeding in the back of the refrigerator.
I'm quite aware of the need to change the cat's litter tray and to vacuum the carpet. And I know those last couple of bags from our move in January are not going to unpack themselves, and that I'm going to run out of clothes if I don't wash soon.
And I sit (or lie) here, feeling guilty, because I know it all needs to be done. But I'm so exhausted, I just can't do any of it.