My weekends are becoming beyond predictible. On Saturday's I spent a couple of hours with my mom and then do whatever housework I can manage. This Saturday I went over the top a bit, and scrubbed my husband's shower (it was beyond gross), cleaned both bathrooms and straightend up the house. I (of course) took breaks between each task, but still managed to overdo it. Saturday evening I agreed to go with my husband to the neighbors for dinner - managed to stay until 9:30 in a feeble attempt to spend time with him, only to leave by myself and for him not to come home until 1am. This is becoming a constant, predictible outcome as well. Needless, to say I was down for the count all day yesterday. I'm asking myself what did I gain from any of that?
If only we could find things to do together now that accomodate my illness, If only he would be considerate enough to come home with me occassionally, If only I felt as if he was making an effort.
I know it seems like a lot of whining and I apologize in advance - but this is where my life is right now, this constant state of figuring out, and adjustment, and realizations.
In other news, I gave my doc note to my employer, as I expected they wanted to send me out on disability because they could not accomodate such a broad request, nor can they accomodate my working from home. I have agreed to finalize the agreement to work 4 days per week and continued flexibility on morning arrivals. I have been informed they absolutely can not accomodate me past this. I'm hopeful that I'll be ok with this, I'm also still planning for if I'm not.