I keep comparing myself to my (non-BP) sister, who gets so much done each day it's amazing. A mom of 2, she gets, well, I won't go into it, or I'll depress all of us. I do each day accomplish schooling my niece, and that keeps my pride from being totally trampled, taking my meds (that counts for a lot!) and getting out of bed in the morning - which we all know is easier said than done. That's all I require of myself, but I still feel like I am slacking off when I am too tired to do the dishes, help with the laundry, put the kids to bed, etc. And it's not my sister calling me a slacker, it's the echo of my step-dad from childhood. Or, basically, it's me.

As for the weekends, when there is no school, I have given up on getting myself to do anything. Some days I don't get up and get my meds til 3 in the afternoon, and never do get around to getting dressed, much less making an actual meal.

I think that we are all too hard on ourselves, putting ourselves down for not keeping up with a Non BP person. We should all move into a little bipolar village where nobody demands we do anything more than we can. (Of course, we wouldn't have anyone with enough energy and self esteem to run the town, and our houses would be a mess, and some of us would starve...so maybe that's not such a hot idea after all...)