I’m finally getting a chance to catch my breath. After three days of go, go, go. Several trips to my daughter’s, a dozen phone calls, errands, and two back-to-back doctor appointments; I’m ready to sit down. Back in the day this was nothing, I’d work and go to school all night, come home watch our youngest son. Wait for the inevitable home call to either calm down or pick our autistic son up from school. Catch a nap when I could, pick up Lisa from the training center, then drag the two girls off to softball, basketball, or cheerleading practice. Let’s not forget fixing supper, then taking my long nap in the afternoon and early evening before work.
Like I’ve said before, none of this is to toot my own horn. Believe me, I’m as imperfect as they come when it comes to parenthood and caregiving. But you do what gotta do. A many a times you have read about how tiring and lonely this whole thing can be. And that is still true. At the moment I’m outside watching blue skies turn grey. Still it does me good that Buffy feels safe enough with me to just lay down and sleep. That as a caregiver is a feeling, I wish everyone can feel. Knowing that you have done a good enough job, as to where you are appreciated, no matter how much of an asshole you can be.
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