Stuff to Do

 But not the good kind, unfortunately.  This morning I am trying to set out a weekly menu, write out a shopping list, and synchronise calendars, because we have a lot of people, with a lot of stuff, and my working memory is rubbish. Caffeine and weirdness will only carry me so far, so I have to do this stuff.  My desk is in the corner of the main room of our house. It's a convenient spot, next to the bookshelf, with plenty of room on the wall above it for inspirational bits and bobs.  Unfortunately, I seem to have communicated the message that if I am visible, I am available for ANYTHING, EVERYTHING, AT ANY TIME.  I have headphones in, and still - they try to ask me questions. I have visible evidence of work happening, and still they ask me questions like;  -how do I spray cooking spray on this pan? -is this mixed? Clearly, the boundary skirmishes rage on, but that is fine, and I shall tell you why. For years, I have heard the message from ALL of the people...

 In my world, we take a step forward, two steps back, tripping over our own feet, sometimes with a great deal of unfortunate language. I take the hand of my Savior, who drags me to my feet, and start again. We don't seem to ever really get anywhere, despite assurances that we're doing all the things we can do - but somehow we almost make it look like it's working.  Sometimes the best thing we can do for someone who is tripping over their own feet is to sit with them, acknowledge that tripping over yourself just stinks, and wait. Not tell them how you would avoid tripping over your own feet, or tell them they should stop tripping over their own feet. Or how everyone else has clumsier feet, or no feet at all, and they manage to not only not trip on their feet, but win the world championship of ballroom dancing.  I never learned how to NOT be anxious. I'm learning how to live with it now, as an adult, but it's not something I can just shut off. It's part of my dail...