Today I took care of my mom for my dad while he was out in the garage doing some man-stuff-repairs-using-power-tools with Reg. We had a nice time, my mom and I. We sat outside in the sunshine. I was able to get some spinning done, and she dozed and watched me off and on.
I feel like I am finally at a place of peace with the prognosis of my mom. Dementia is crummy and no fun, but there are moments of clarity for her, and those moments are what gets me through. I feel like I am finally in a place of balance- between taking care of my parents and taking care of my girls and taking care of my husband and taking care of me. Precarious balance, but balance nonetheless. And I am okay with that.
