Yep, I feel just like a Mufelata sandwhich sometimes

So my time lately has been turned and twisted and topsy turvy. And, it wasn’t because I went to see District 9. No that tilt-a-whirl of a movie, which I only made half way through because of the motion sickness, is a whole other post.

No, this is all because of being a sandwich. Yes a big old fashioned mid-life sandwich. I have grown children at one end, who are pretty much wonderful, and the elderly parents at the other. And both sets of parents live within minutes of me. Aaaaackkkkk! Because of this convenience I am on call for everything. Caring for elderly parents was/is harder than raising my children.

I have a business I’m trying to launch and instead, I get a call that someone needs to be picked up a PepBoys because he doesn’t want to wait while they change his brakes. Then a call from someone needing to go to the doctor, and another whose house maybe burning down and have to evacuate to mine. Last week was spent with one in the hospital only to be told she had had a small stroke and would be fine, but, is frail and scared. I feel for all of them, but it is tiring. I am thankful that 2 of them get support from my sis who comes in to town at least once a month. And, I’m thankful they are still together and can handle most things together without assistance. It’s the random call while at one house dealing with a panic attack, begging for a ride that throws me.

And I still haven’t been able to go look at that space I need to rent for the business.