So … my original intent with this blog was to document / discuss what it was like to be raising my young daughter and caring for my elderly mother at the same time. (Myself being the “sandwich generation.”) I haven’t done a good job of that at all. I’ve found it difficult mainly because I didn’t make the blog anonymous. People read it and know me, know my mom … and I didn’t want to feel like I was “bashing” my mom in any way … or that people would read my stories and then see her in person the next week and be thinking about what I said about her. Things she, of course, would not know. It doesn’t seem fair. I don’t trust myself to be eloquent enough to state things gently or diplomatically. And I’m not sure I want to. If someone else in the same situation is reading this, looking for someone to relate to, someone going through the same thing as they are … and I’m making things sound better or easier than they are … well, who is that helping? And if I can’t really vent … it’s not really therapeutic for me in any way either.
And I’m not clever enough to make it funny. Although sometimes I need to laugh to cope!!! I just said to my husband yesterday, when you’re not here (he travels for work a lot) I have nobody to laugh about it with! ‘Cause there is a LOT of crazy and a lot of, “if I don’t laugh at that I, too, will be crazy.”
So today I have an excellent sandwich generation tale that is rather benign and that I am able to laugh about. I’m working on potty training the little one. I put panties on her today. In the span of 4 hours, she wet 5 pairs of panties AND managed to pee all over the bathroom floor. In the middle of all that, my mom started vomiting! Very unusual … she hasn’t thrown up in literally years. So here I am, sandwiched between pee and vomit today. The little one in the bathroom, on the potty, trying to be a Big Kid. The grandma on the couch throwing up in the trash can. Running back and forth. Wiping up pee. Rinsing out the trash can.
Yep, it’s been a fun Monday. But I will take it over the “crazy” … the forgetfulness … the confusion … the nastiness … that some days bring.