This morning for something completely different we have been in the garden.
The smaller portion has planted over 100 bulbs. Daffodils, a mixture of the doubles and the split coronas. I have planted maybe twenty and done some weeding and wept some bitter tears. I can't keep up. I am sore, frustrated and beating up on myself better than anyone else can.
And yes I know I am not being reasonable. He planted in areas I had already weeded. He can get up and down again without pain.
But feelings (for me anyway) are not reasonable. I still compare myself to a person without a disability and come off badly. And my expectations are perhaps too high. Aaaaargh.
I am inside having a cup of tea and calming down (a bit). Possibly two cups of tea. After which I am going back outside armed with secateurs and loppers. I intend to wrestle the stinking honeysuckle into submission so I can plant the last of the daffodil bulbs where I want them.
And tomorrow I will start again.