upper or lower crust

for those of you in the sandwich generation, let's take this , metaphor a bit farther.
I know that , as of late, dealing with parent in hospital , and then finding short term rehab, I am one crusty kid.
In other words, fried, exhausted, spent, full.
I am lucky enough to have had a dear friend rescue me out of my paralysis from too much to do, after 9 days of coordinating parents needs.
perhaps, in the words of one of my children, we should eat sandwiches.
All I know is, I feel like I am a very oozing jam, spread between my mother and my children.
Sharing coping mechanisms is what I want to hear, as well as how you spend your time when you are not doing "your job" as caregiver.
maybe like that hot taffy, we just need to let it all go!
Roja chutzpah-your sandwich lady

sandwich ladies prologue

Good morning to all.
This is memorial day, a day upon which we remember people who sacrificed their lives for our freedom.
Although different in so many ways, I launch this site today because of a sacrifice many of us are making in our lives. We may do it with ease, with love, with resentment, with stress, with laughter; but however we do it, we do it.
We are boomers, we are sandwiched in the middle of taking care of our young children and taking care of our aging parents.
we are sandwich ladies. yes, there are men, too. But statistically, it is the women who bear the brunt of this awesome task.

I hope this blogspot will become a support haven for all of you who are a sandwich lady,spreading yourself between two layers of life that demand your attention.
We must continue to take care of ourselves, not unlike the suggestion on most airlines:
if you are traveling with small children, put your oxygen masks on first.
So it is with each of us: get oxygenated for your demands.
Good luck!
Jenn-your sandwich lady