The Filling in the Sandwich or Work/Life Balance?
Well, it has definitely been a while. That so-called "great job" turned out to be somebody else's great job. Cest la vie. Right now, I spend my time taking care of the kids and trying to take care of my mother at arm's length. My mother is a bottomless pit of need. Trying to keep up with my mother's problems--mostly self-inflicted--is like the little Dutch boy who ran around sticking his finger in the dike to stop the flood. Since last January when I moved her around the corner I've dealt with the following: deafness (I paid $3000 for state-of-the-art hearing aids which she promptly lost.), depression (ongoing), incontinence (ongoing), eviction (her apartment looks like a dorm room inhabited by three 19 year old boys. It also stinks of urine and not surprisingly, the people who run her federally-subsidized complex are always threatening to throw her out. She finds this amusing. I don't.), a car accident, a car repair shakedown (I prevented that but ended