Twenty minutes ago, I described to my wife why I need things to be in their place in the house. I only have so much energy in the day to get things done. Often the amount of things to get done is around my daily spoon limit. If I have to go looking for things, I spend a spoon. And in the case that I need to push myself, like taking care of the sick boy in addition to finish grooming the dog, I have to borrow spoons from tomorrow. Except the cost is not one to one. And so I have to be careful about where I spend my spoons and when I push myself.
Sometimes the hit is worth it though. And it pays in some currency that's not spoons.
I think you need a big hug, a nice cup of tea and some time to sleep. Tomorrow is indeed going to be different than today.
Talking about feelings sucks but it helps. Take care
I have a few conditions that affect my spoon usage, like autism/ADHD and mild chronic fatigue. But I’m also pregnant, which means every day I put N+1 spoons into the “avoid nausea” drawer, and there’s a steadily increasing multiplier on any activity that means I have to walk places. Lately being vertical too long costs a bit o spoon.
All this to say that yesterday my husband sent me this comic and I immediately replied “that’s me”.
(A good percentage of his messages to me consist of Foxes in Love comics, and they are ALWAYS incredibly accurate)