Spoons! Spoons! Spoons! There are only so many. There aren’t any more. They must be conserved. Used wisely. Not wasted. Not thrown around with abandon. Spoons run dry, the ice starts melting. Frustration rises. Spoons still run down. the ice melts faster, the rage rises faster. Routines breached. Expectations not met.  Frustration rises. faster faster … Continue reading When the Spoons Run Low