Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda...ARG!

 

These words are already in my own caregiver noggin giving me crap!  Why do others feel compelled to tell me this stuff too, even if it is in the guise of "helping"?

Why do well meaning people repeat my never ending "to do list" of mom things to me.  It doesn't help, it just illuminates the degree to which I'm drowning.  How about taking an item from my list and doing it?!

I was really angry yesterday over an emotional conversation with a friend about mom's care.  We were both defensive and scared - it took me a while to see that.

The lesson in it is that we need to be gentle with each other.  Sometimes our strength is a mile wide and only an inch deep.  Feelings are nearer to the surface than we think.  Some days we white knuckle it, others are much better and strength comes from a calm place of wisdom and  understanding.

Seems yesterday I was barely hanging on when I felt exposed and overwhelmed.  It happens.  Today
 is better.  Mom and I grocery shop today.  In honor of that, I'm double dipping ice cream AND posts.  I owe ya one sis....xo

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