Everybody has 'em.
I've learned that if I don't multitask,* nothing will get done. I've also learned that if I do multitask, I burn things that need constant tending...like quesadillas and grilled cheese sandwiches. And then, I have an unhappy pixie. Which is why she prefers Daddy (who doesn't multitask, and does hover over cooking food) to make her quesadillas and grilled cheese sandwiches.
I've learned that I am, by nature, a night owl. And that I can't live according to my nature because a) both my kids are shiny, happy little morning people, and b) I can't nap after I've been up for a while, whether I have coffee or not. I can only nap when I'm actually stay-in-bed sick. Which takes a lot.
I've also learned that not being allowed to be a night owl makes writing so much harder than it would otherwise be. Writing is still possible, but I can get a lot more done after nightfall...if I haven't utterly exhausted myself trying during the day.
I've learned to better listen to my body. If I pay attention, I can tell when I need to stop doing whatever I'm doing, and rest to avoid a CFS attack. I have to do things this way, because I've also learned that trying to do something today that I was able to do yesterday doesn't always work. I've also learned that CFS has wildly variable levels of disability that change from day to day.
That, right there, has been the hardest, most painful learning curve I've faced in the last decade. Including learning to be a parent.
*I get up to refill my sports bottle, and I unload a few dishes. I warm up my lunch, and I unload a few more. I have to head for the back of the house for a bathroom break, and I take clean laundry/stuff that's migrated to places it doesn't belong back with me. Another bathroom break, and I sort clothes. I start supper, I put things on the counters away and/or load dishwasher, and/or wash stuff I'm using to make supper as I finish using it...that type of multitasking.
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