Tweet
... except the guilt-tripping.
At least, that's what it feels like.
I wrote a post a few days ago about the sand running out of my mother's hourglass. I seriously thought she was at death's door this weekend.
I spent seven hours at the nursing home on Saturday. A further five hours on Sunday. About the same yesterday -- although yesterday she had made an amazing rebound.
Yesterday Mom's Number One Fan at the nursing home asked if I would be in today. I said I had a shift at the store. IIRC, she asked about the hours so I said 11:30 to 4. (Actually it ended at 4:30.) Oh, she said, I could come in time for supper!
So I did.
Then tonight she asked if I'm coming tomorrow, because she had taken Mom outside today to get some sun and fresh air, and I could do that tomorrow!
*sigh*
Look, lady ... I know it's my mother. I know her time on this earth is coming to a close, and I will certainly spend more time there now. But ... I do need a break, now and again. Among other things I need to get the house sorted out before my brother's impending visit later this month!
As I said, this woman has been absolutely fantastic with Mom, going miles over and above basic care. I can't say for certain that she's trying to guilt-trip me, but it's starting to feel that way. I wanted to snap at her tonight, and felt badly about it.
I think once the ravages of this weekend have faded
I'll have a better sense of perspective on this. I've already decided that I will visit there either tomorrow or Thursday (I have no store shifts either day) and will take Mom outside if weather permits (forecast suggests either day will be okay).
So basically I'm just venting.
At least, that's what it feels like.
I wrote a post a few days ago about the sand running out of my mother's hourglass. I seriously thought she was at death's door this weekend.
I spent seven hours at the nursing home on Saturday. A further five hours on Sunday. About the same yesterday -- although yesterday she had made an amazing rebound.
Yesterday Mom's Number One Fan at the nursing home asked if I would be in today. I said I had a shift at the store. IIRC, she asked about the hours so I said 11:30 to 4. (Actually it ended at 4:30.) Oh, she said, I could come in time for supper!
So I did.
Then tonight she asked if I'm coming tomorrow, because she had taken Mom outside today to get some sun and fresh air, and I could do that tomorrow!
*sigh*
Look, lady ... I know it's my mother. I know her time on this earth is coming to a close, and I will certainly spend more time there now. But ... I do need a break, now and again. Among other things I need to get the house sorted out before my brother's impending visit later this month!
As I said, this woman has been absolutely fantastic with Mom, going miles over and above basic care. I can't say for certain that she's trying to guilt-trip me, but it's starting to feel that way. I wanted to snap at her tonight, and felt badly about it.
I think once the ravages of this weekend have faded
I'll have a better sense of perspective on this. I've already decided that I will visit there either tomorrow or Thursday (I have no store shifts either day) and will take Mom outside if weather permits (forecast suggests either day will be okay). So basically I'm just venting.
Comment