It's been a while now since I've really had to count spoons. In that way I am fortunate. I had 8 years of it before that. Suddenly, however, I'm feeling that way again. It's cold, I'm hormonal and I've over-subscribed myself. I want to just stop the roundabout and lie down in a darkened room a for a couple of days, but no such chance available. Can't offload toddler and the christmas job keeps going until christmas. DH is mostly helpful but this morning was asking pointedly if he needed to iron some work shirts (not a feminist issue, it's just one of the jobs that's on my list rather than his) and I thought 'fuck it'. A whole month left?
I could weep.