I have been searching for myself, trying to push myself a little bit by inches to see if I am capable of more. What I find is that some day pushing myself is ok a little is ok, there is minimal payback, which means I have a little extra aches but I can deal yet others days payback is a real b*tch. I push only the same amount as I did any other day and I am so worn out I can't function.
I do not know how to explain it. I can't explain it. My body has no "just a little more" button. Enough is enough. That is it. If I overdo it now, I have to live with the consequences, whether it is an hour of feeling poorly or several days.
I want the energy to go out and do the things I used to do. I want to be able to hug my son regular without worrying about him being careful not to hurt me. I want to be able to enjoy life with my husband. I want to go out to see friends I haven't seen in months or years, even though they "understand", because I am too sick or tired to go out.
I apologize if this blog is a little too "poor me," but every one in a while I think I am entitled. Everyone is entitled to one of those every once in a while. I am just tired of feeling tired. That's all. I want my son not to feel disappointed again that his mom isn't like other moms. I hate that look in his eyes. It is there more and more often and I know I will keep seeing it in the next few years. He is so good about it most of the time, but every once in a while, "Mom, don't you want to..." And I am just too tired or sore or both to do what he would like me to, and I feel horrible for it because I know that really all he wants is my attention and time and my body won't even allow me to give him that. Don't worry I'll be ok tomorrow.
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