No, I'm not going to talk about a stack of lovely edibles strategically placed between two thick slices of your favorite bread. It isn't as simple as that, but don't I wish.
This month, I became an official member of the sandwich generation, with a new appreciation for those families out there who have kids at home and are also caregivers for their aging relatives. I'm luckier than some though, because my dependents are in college instead of waiting to be picked up from school while I frantically shovel out my parent's driveway.
My beloved, widowed, childless aunt has Parkinson's and had to go into assisted living. My job is to get her settled, take over her bills and banking without destroying her dignity (which at the moment is no easy task since she wants so badly to hold that pen herself), do her taxes by April 15th, and prep the contents of her house for sale. Yesterday, after long meetings with specialists and worrying about how to make her money stretch, my kids decided to have "emergencies". One needed money transferred right this MINUTE. The other is in the process of buying a new car and needed assistance right this MINUTE.
Since I'm on a whining streak, I'll mention that I haven't written a word of my new WIP for several days and that fact is haunting me. Guilt is piling up right along with major frustration. My life seems to be spirally out of my control. Not a good place to be.
So here's what I have to do to get my balance back:
1. I'm taking a very deep breath and clearing my mind of everybody else's problems, at least for the next few hours.
2. I'm going to leap back into my story because writing makes me happy and I need it like an addict needs a fix.
3. I'm going to come up with a written plan for my aunt's care, stretched over time instead of trying to get it all done as fast as possible.
4. As hard as it is sometimes, I have to realize that the people in my life, those that I love, are worth every minute of my time. The rest will follow.
Have a great day no matter where it leads you.