Superwoman has nothing on me. I have the SuperMom, SuperWife, SuperEmployee, SuperEverything Syndrome. Need it done? I can do it. Still.
I am grateful to still be functional. I am truly grateful to not be egressing my guts out. But, it does make for a less than sympathetic people around me. My son's teacher took one look at me yesterday and said "Oh, you're fine." and waved her hand like chemo was a breeze.
I dreamt that I refused to adopt five very high-risk, feeding tubes, open wounded, newborns. When I refused everyone got mad and wouldn't believe I had a mastectomy or was on chemo.
So, I asked myself, what repressed SuperSomething propensity brought that on? The lack of sympathy or the fear that the time will come when I really can't take on the world and all its trouble.
Well, since I'm a planner and an optimist, I've gotten most of our Christmas stuff done and figure everything else will wait til spring.
Be well everyone.
