How on earth do I explain what I mean by the worst day ever?? Well I think I mean that I felt I couldn't cope at all today. It feels like I have stepped back in time 2 years or so to thinking that there is something wrong with our marriage Today I feel like the worst carer ever
Where did this all begin. I can only think that it began yesterday. I had the 6 hour sit and I had these 6 hours to myself. I really wanted to stay at home because it was a lovely day and there would be nowhere better than home with all the little luxuries. I went shopping to try to find clothes to fit my ever widening body and then I bought some plants at a garden centre. I had to think of ways to fill in the time so I went to another garden centre with my book. All the time I kept thinking "I'd rather be at home". I like my home. Just typing this makes me want to cry.
I am having a really bad day. I feel weak and unable to cope. People seem to cope with so much more than me. I am supposed to be joyful that I have been given 6 hours to myself.
Anyway I end up having a lovely day and enjoy reading my book in the garden centre in the sun. The moment I step back home I am in demand. Alan wants to tell me things that I cannot understand; the sitter is telling me enthusiastically all that has happened and I just want to say "Oh for goodness sake let me get through the door". I think the problem is that in the respite time I switched off and I am finding it so hard to switch back on.
I haven't managed to switch on today and everything is annoying me.
I feel I am going mad. I don't know what is reality any more. I keep remember all the people that have said to me "I don't know how you cope" and I have been very angry with them wondering what on earth they meant. Now I am wondering whether I am seeing what they were seeing
Anyway, tomorrow will be another day and I am hoping that things will get back to where I don't notice how bad things really are.
Where did this all begin. I can only think that it began yesterday. I had the 6 hour sit and I had these 6 hours to myself. I really wanted to stay at home because it was a lovely day and there would be nowhere better than home with all the little luxuries. I went shopping to try to find clothes to fit my ever widening body and then I bought some plants at a garden centre. I had to think of ways to fill in the time so I went to another garden centre with my book. All the time I kept thinking "I'd rather be at home". I like my home. Just typing this makes me want to cry.
I am having a really bad day. I feel weak and unable to cope. People seem to cope with so much more than me. I am supposed to be joyful that I have been given 6 hours to myself.
Anyway I end up having a lovely day and enjoy reading my book in the garden centre in the sun. The moment I step back home I am in demand. Alan wants to tell me things that I cannot understand; the sitter is telling me enthusiastically all that has happened and I just want to say "Oh for goodness sake let me get through the door". I think the problem is that in the respite time I switched off and I am finding it so hard to switch back on.
I haven't managed to switch on today and everything is annoying me.
I feel I am going mad. I don't know what is reality any more. I keep remember all the people that have said to me "I don't know how you cope" and I have been very angry with them wondering what on earth they meant. Now I am wondering whether I am seeing what they were seeing
Anyway, tomorrow will be another day and I am hoping that things will get back to where I don't notice how bad things really are.