It’s been a particularly rough week. We have our Denver trip coming up in a few days, and because we needed the Friday to travel/rest/present, I am working 11 hour days to leave early on Thursday and take Friday off. Neither one of us are sleeping well, probably because of stresses surrounding the trip. This is our first time of being the presenters for an entire weekend of classes. We’re going to try some new things and we’re trying to prepare. On top of the usual busy week of shlepping grandkids to appointments. We’re also invited to a private event, of which angie had some stresses and worries about – the situation and event is a new thing for us. Did I mention we’re not sleeping well? The more tired I get, the more the bad aspects of my Aspergers slip in, and today was one of those days to batten down the hatches, because I was on a roll to break something. Anything.
Our methods of getting through these is somewhat based on protocol, somewhat a flexible response strategy. Angie knows that if I’m just in that much of an unreasonable mood, she is allowed to request to take her leave and go to default, while that request is a big flashing red neon sign to me to get my shit together and take care of myself. The flexible response part is that she can usually come at things from a different angle and we get through the rough spot in fairly good order.
So a lunchtime conversation went VERY awry. Fortunately, my Universal Translator – aka slave – patiently rode out the storm, as best she could and I have spent the afternoon in as much solitude as I can. I don’t like these moods, especially when we’re trying to prepare for something wonderful, and yet we’re so tired and stressed, it becomes hard to remember what we’re doing any why. Thankfully, the way the weekend is laid out, we’ll have Friday to recharge a bit. Get a bit of steam built up so we can do what we need to do and have some fun doing it.