Multi-task. Going 24/7. Not enough time in the day. Too much to do.
It's called adulthood. Responsibilities demand our attention. Well, that is why I'm not writing as frequently as I'd like. I'm pulled in so many directions, that my brain pretends to be more flexible than a rubber band. I have a lot of energy, but it seems I don't get anything done. Frustrating.
This happens to everyone, not just parents of autistic teens. I see many moms--crazed and dazed. I ask them how they're doing, and the response is usually similar, "I'm running."
A friend wrote to me today, saying that she was making mistakes because she had "too much on her plate". I can totally relate. I replied that we must be at the same feast. My friend appreciated my understanding her.
We're all busy, but a positive attitude helps. So, yes, my friend and I are at this "busy" feast. I can't wait until dessert is served. I am up for a good challenge of dealing with too much chocolate on my plate!
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