Permission to stop

I'm tired. A heaviness has descended over the last day or two. And this is where Flylady really comes into her own.

The washing is hanging on the line, soaked by a pouring rain which started at 1pm. But that's okay - they're not the only clothes we own: a load of washing a day has meant we are never desperate.

The kitchen looks like somewhere we could eat breakfast; there are no things to trip us on our way up the stairs.

The best thing is, I hardly feel to have done anything. Just a couple of minutes, here and there, and we seem to have things under control.

I can stop for today. There are things to do, but they will be done another day. I don't even have to worry about when - I'll be told when it's time.

Because when you need to stop, you need to stop. There's no other way. Take it from someone who has had quite enough of being ill - looking after yourself is the most important thing you can do.