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
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