By about mid-morning, I was overcome by fatigue (not lupus fatigue, just not-enough-sleep fatigue), so I took an hour cat nap, which helped tremendously. (Thank you, Angelina Ballerina.) Of course, that hour of down-time threw off my morning to-do's even more than my sluggishness, but I figured I'd be able to make it up that afternoon. I still planned to take my standard afternoon nap, but I'd hoped for a second short cat nap, giving me a solid couple of hours to work while a babysitter was with the girls.
Unfortunately, that's not the way things happened. When I laid down for my afternoon nap, I slept not one, not two, but almost three straight hours, including every single minute the babysitter had been there. My grand plans for getting things done vanished; I simply had to chalk up the day as a complete waste.
Or did I?
Maybe the day wasn't as much of a waste, as much as it was a wash.
After all, if I'd let my fatigue go unchecked, my lupus activity would have been in full gear by the end of the day. And how productive would I have been then? Or for days afterward?
I'm actually glad I allowed myself to sleep when I needed to...so that I could keep disease activity at bay.
I'm also glad I wasn't too proud to let Bernadette watch a movie for an hour in the morning...so that I could rest, and be a better mom in the end because of it.
I'm glad I had a babysitter booked in the afternoon...so that I could sleep as long as I needed to.
I'm glad I have a "job" that allows me the flexibility I need...thankfully, my pillbag orders and book requests could wait a few hours.
I'm glad I'm no longer "blinded by the list", realizing that an untouched to-do list might actually be a good thing...if it's a sign of choosing well, despite lupus.
And I'm really glad I have a pug dog who makes me feel like napping for four hours in the day is a fabulous idea.
In the end, I believe that while it might have been a very un-productive day, work-wise, it was a very productive day, lupus-wise.