I feel so done..............with all the repetition............with the smell,........with the giant bed and supplies taking up my living room.........with the craziness of it all.
I intend to take this to the end but I am running out of steam. We are in Pittsburgh. Wind chills tonight are minus 35. The howling wind contributes to the trapped feeling. Also, I am responsible for MIL and my own mother living on her own 7 miles away. If the power goes out, we're all in trouble. (This has happened before and believe me it gets cold very quickly). I think the howling wind is the loneliest sound on earth. My husband always hated the wind. He has been dead now for 4 1/2 years. I hate that it's his mother in my house and not him. He was absolutely wonderful. She is ...................well - awful.
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Yes, Spring is surely just around the corner... right after they string up Pux P.
cant advise ya much on the carer burnout . its just not an easy task . my consolation was , both my mother and my aunt were raised during some hard times and it made my pissy problems seem pale by comparison .