Took a nap and then went with the least one to see my mom. All of the clothes I washed and took up there on Wednesday were dirty, and I took a lot. Surely a week's worth, I thought. A tad frustrated at the rehab place not putting much emphasis on my mom re-learning basic bathroom skills. Diapers it is. I realize that that is a hugely time-consuming task to teach someone after a stroke, but that was at the top of the list in things we wanted her to master (in its way) before coming home. Makes it tough. One of my brothers will be in town on Friday, and will be at a meeting along with me at the rehab about the plan of action for the patients. Not sure what that will entail, especially since it will only be in 15 minute increments. Talk fast. Listen carefully.
Anyway, had to run a couple of errands after visiting her, including going to her house for bill paying, etc. I don't like using Sundays as an ordinary day, but this time, couldn't be avoided.
When I got home, asked Gary how he thought the Lord would have us manage our time, when we end up so exhausted. He was silent. Surely there's a plan that works better than the one I use. There's lots to do on a daily basis, and with 6 children still at home, I don't see that changing. And with my mom shortly being released to be back at her home, the hours will begin to be eaten up even sooner.
I'm really clueless as to how I'm supposed to manage. I know there's an answer, just don't know what it is. Guess it's more about doing and seeing what works. Gary was asking how I was the other night---having been bitten by a monstrous hit of depression. I was trying to tell him, and he was taking the male route of trying to fix it for me. I get that. He can't bear me to have a problem he doesn't have a solution for. Like the story of the woman who wanted a new white blouse. She and her husband went shopping, and he soon took a blouse off a hanger and handed it to his wife. "Here's a white blouse." Yes, it was a white blouse, but it wasn't the right one." Same thing. The effort is appreciated very much, but the answer is a bit more complicated and tricky.
The hard part----being me in the midst of helping her. I tend to be obsessive. Perspective. That word keeps coming up in my mind. I need to keep it in mind.
