This Week

[ailbhe]

Monday: Valentine's Day, Rob gave me chocolates! I was sluggish and ineffective all day. Astrid had a cold.

Tuesday: I was desperately useless all day, until I fell asleep on the floor. A friend woke me and fed me drinks and reminded me to eat.

Wednesday: I couldn't get out of bed and eventually called Rob to come home from London to give the children breakfast.

Thursday: I got up, had a shower, but couldn't get the house clean enough for me to eat in. I managed to get the children breakfast, lunch and dinner, though, and I ate some dinner with my back to the house. Also managed a couple of loads of laundry.

It's the mess, it just stops me before I even get started, I can't cope at all. And the slight virus on top of that - is this related to previous post-viral fatigue? - seems to be wiping me out.

Astrid's nose is incredibly productive.

Comments

[rachel cotton (from livejournal.com)]

It could easily be remnants of post-viral fatigue, but I would think the not eating and not sleeping would be more direct causes. I have a similar reaction to mess too, when I have decided I want to clean I want to do it NOW, I want to do it ALL NOW and if it isn't ALL done RIGHT NOW I am a complete failure (yes I do shout at myself in my head that much, and wonder why I end up shouting at the children). I also get confused and even a bit scared and don't know where to start and it all feels too much until I've done some MORE SHOUTING. When I notice what's going on I try and eat something as I've not yet managed to SHOUT and eat at precisely the same time. Plus it makes me feel a whole load better too.

[ailbhe]

I managed to eat flapjacks - praise all the gods for Rob's willingness to bake endlessly, yea, and the bees and oats and so on too - but it helped a limited amount. Eating when I'm that stressed seems to be actually impossible, which is no fun. I'm not a not-eating kind of person, though I was a bit in my teens.