Once again, my perennial problem is back. The weather is getting “better” and summer is approaching, which to many if not most people is a joy.
For me it’s a nightmare.
I have to start out defensive by saying I’m not lazy, I’m just burned out and traumatized knowing that I won’t be able to keep up with summer chores. Especially now that I have a second job. I need this second job in order to “earn” a living wage and be able to support myself financially in the future.
But my body and spirit are exhausted. The business of living is exhausting. I want to take time for myself to rest and eat, which are obviously essential things, but when I choose to take care of myself, things don’t get done. (And no, I can’t delegate the tasks to someone else, sadly.)
I keep thinking I should push myself more because everyone is in the same boat while I’m over here complaining about how much life sucks and is unfair. But I want to spend more time with my family while they’re still around, not making the yard pretty for other people to look at. (I’d honestly like it to look prettier, too, but for myself. I wish I could.)
I don’t sleep much these days because of my long hours at work - literally every day. I haven’t had a day off since Easter. And if I get a day off, it’s not a day of rest because I have chores to do. I have to plan outdoor time between raindrops and whether or not I think I’ll pass out while pushing a lawnmower across the grass. Not to mention the fact that I’m allergic to grass and pollen. I kick myself for falling asleep on sunny days “because that was the only time this week I had the opportunity to do yardwork”. And then when the next sunny day rolls around, I’m sick or otherwise in pain or have other responsibilities that take priority (like buying groceries).
And then come the constant reminders from people about how long the grass is and how “bad” it looks as though I’ve forgotten it was there. As if I don’t ruminate enough about the things I’m not physically able to keep up with due to my health issues and other responsibilities.
And why the hell does everybody want to attach morality to the length of grass and condition of someone’s yard? It is absolutely beyond my understanding why people think they need to go out of their way to shame, harass, and even criminalize people out of spite for the state of their yard (it’s not a safety issue, it’s just considered ugly if it’s not “perfect”). How about a little sympathy instead? And not pity or judgement? Me not being able to mow the lawn isn’t something malicious. I’m trying to not work my body to death, but if I was stronger and not such a weakling, you bet your ass I’d be out there doing more.
I’m just tired of feeling like a failure because my body isn’t “normal”. My conditions are disabling even if I’m not considered disabled.
I’m tired of being constantly reminded that I’m not perfect and that I’m not good enough and then being called stupid and lazy on top of it all.
Thank you for reading my vent. I’m going to be late for work now because I took the time to write this…
Kind advice and kind words would be appreciated, if you have them