So, today started out so sweet. I helped my Sunday School class with the Christmas Pageant (my 3 kindergarten girls were angels... so stinkin' cute). I went to work in a mood full of Christmas cheer (which is weird b/c I work at a Jewish Community Center...) and excitement for this week. Then I came home and I just got so frustrated. The demands of living with an 89 year old who had someone wait on him for 63 years have gotten hard this week. I get in the door, and am bombarded with lots of things to do and making dinner and un-tornado-ing the house IT.IS.HARD. I am exhausted, mentally and physically.
Backup a bit: My grandma died on New Year's Day, 2008. So the holidays are extra hard for gpa. When Grandpa gets sad he gets kind of harsh, and that results in my getting upset. End backup.
So I called my mom. Thank goodness for my mom. Honestly. And I just spilled it all out. And sobbed. And an hour later mom was on our front porch with my Golden Retriever, French Toast and sugar free berry pie for Grandpa, and an everything omelette for her and I to split. Grandpa's mood turned around, I relaxed, and the night ended up good. It wasn't without its stress, but it definitely relaxed. And tonight, I go to bed relaxed... almost. I have lots of wrapping to do and 3 loads of laundry to fold, but at least I know Grandpa was cheered up. And for that, I am grateful.
xoxo, AF
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