Sunday afternoon quiet

I've said this before, but really, there are times when I feel more myself than others.  It's like things are smooth in my head, and I don't feel addled.  Like I'm getting enough alone time and interruptions aren't so annoying.  I'm getting there.  Still get easily agitated, but maybe that's partly the fault of the heat outside.  Least that's what I believe.

Really, I think that with the past 6 months being heavy with taking care of my mom---well, the pressures have been greater.  Now she can drive herself around, bathe herself, and the biggie---she can do her own hair, including rolling it.  With her (now healed) broken arm having limited her movement so much, it's taken some time before simple tasks have been undertaken.

Now I can take a breath. 

But it's hard to get out of the routine of jumping at every little thing.  I've grown used to interruptions to the extent that I find it hard to settle.  My nerves are a bit---shall we say, delicate?  And at home I've grown so used to hearing, "Mom, can you?" or "Mom, can we?" to the extent that I often find it difficult to say no.

So, for the next couple of days I'll try to depend on the other folks here to jump when someone calls out.  I'm off errand duty, and will hopefully spend the rest of the week, after that, puttering around.  My spirits need healing and am hoping a bit of strict home-time followed by a mild week will put me to rights.  Or at least set me on my way.