As I was laying in bed this morning I realized that if given the choice between stopping work for the summer or stopping the Eldercare for the summer, I'd choose to continue to work. That speaks volumes on how much I need a break from my mother and her issues. Work has morphed into an escape. As of Saturday I will be available to her whenever she needs something. In the past I have longed for the end of the ski season. For my free time. But that time is no longer mine. I desperately need to take care of myself. Being the "sandwich" generation sucks.
I know I bitch about the weather alot. But this week the forecast is for the 50's and perhaps ~ gasp!~ 60 degrees. And last evening when I was outside with my nicotine I heard the peepers in the pond. Not coyotes howling and snarling in the field for once, but the peepers! Hurray for froggies getting it on in chilly water!