Have you ever been in a situation where you begin to wonder whether other people’s expectations of you exceed your ability or willingness to deliver? Of course, you have! Silly question – unless you’re one of those super-humans who knows how to say no! But that’s another issue for another day.
Birth Order and Self
Thing is, there’s a limit to what you can do, isn’t there? I’m one of the sandwich generation – more of that, too, on another day – so I have both young grandchildren for whom I care twice a week while my daughter teaches and parents with various health issues who require a degree of support. In addition, I job-share with my husband – that’s how we make our living – and I write. Well, you know that already.
When I went down with my Female Flu ten days ago, I managed to keep most of the balls in the air, but some simply had to be dropped. Not exactly dropped but temporarily suspended in that other arrangements had to be made for the twins. We’re in the middle of one of the busiest times of the year in the business that employs us, and, as we work from home, there’s simply no one else to take over. If we don’t do the job, it doesn’t get done.
