Last week Erin was away visiting family. That left me alone, to fend for myself and the dogs, for 5 days. Although I often travel on business without Erin, this is the longest that Erin has been away in our 6 years together.
At first I felt sorry for myself. Being alone for 5 days meant 5 days of doing all the dog walking, all the dog feeding, all the cooking, all the cleaning up, all the garbage-taking-out, all the housework (oh who am I kidding with that one?), all the laundry, all the errands, and all the shopping. I was responsible for everything. There was so "scaffolding" to provide my structure.
But by the second day, something strange happened. I told myself, You were single for YEARS before you settled down. You did it all and more then...so why are you feeling sorry for yourself now? After that dose of reality, I found myself doing really well on my own.
I was waking up on time every day because there was no one else to take the dogs out in the morning. And then I found myself going to bed at a decent hour because I knew the dogs would wake me up to be fed...so if I stayed up late I wouldn't get a lot of sleep.
I also found myself procrastinating less, because there was no one else to clean up the kitchen, so I might as well do it! Now, don't get my wrong, I've never been one to do a bang up cleaning job, but the dishes got done.
I was getting up, doing what I needed to, easing into the day, working reasonable hours, tending to the house, practicing my singing, running errands and making social trips, and then going to bed. My life was structured.
By day 4, I really missed Erin. I was anxious for her to come home to me. But once she did, my structure fell apart again.
You see, I will fully admit that I can be one hell of a manipulator. I'm good at guilt trips, too. These are skills that have been passed down to me from generations and generations of Irish mothers. Seriously, I could win gold medals for my guilt trips--provided I wasn't competing against my mother. And Erin, being innocent and sweet, is so damn susceptible to my manipulation and guilt trips that she often ends up doing more than her fair share around here.
So when Erin returned home, she once again began taking on lots of the responsibility...and I began manipulating her again. See, I know exactly what to say, exactly what to do, or exactly what face to put on to make her want to walk the dogs for me, or go shopping for me, or whatever. And she never even complains.
But when Erin was away I realized that I don't actually benefit from skirting my responsibilities. I use my ADD as an excuse to be lazy, but I actually function much better when left on my own.
So Erin and I had a talk last night, and I gave her permission to ignore me. I told her to ignore me when:
- I don't want to get up in the morning. If I sleep too late on a Saturday and lose my free time, that's my problem, not hers.
- I say I don't feel good or I'm too tired to walk the dogs. Tough. If she wasn't here, I'd have to walk them whether I was tired or sick with the flu!
- I don't feel like cooking. Sucks for me, but it's my responsibility. I don't have to make a gourmet dinner, but it's still my job to put together a healthy meal.
- I ask her to get things for me. If she's going downstairs to grab a drink and I ask her to bring me up one, too, that's fine. But if I ask her to go downstairs and get me a drink simply because I don't feel like getting up, then she should just tell me to fuck off.
- I don't do what I say I want to. Erin's response to this is best described as "nagging." And nothing makes me want to sit around and zone out more than being nagged. If I don't do what I say I want to, it's my problem.
And you know what, I feel ten times better.
People with ADD often struggle with creating structure, and parents and partners sometimes want rush in (with the best of intentions) to create it for us. But maybe what we really need as adults is tough love.
Thoughts?
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