Pants, pants, PANTS!

Caring for an elderly relative can really suck. I love my grandma and I really am grateful to spend time with her and help her during the end of her life. But it’s hard. I am exhausted. I have tried to find ways to let steam off but they seem to backfire.

I interact with my grandma and my parents on a daily basis. I miss the days when my parents were perfect. When I was young and I could not see cracks and dysfunction in their communication style and I was not able to see them as what they are: regular people who are just doing the best they can. The dysfunction makes jointly caring for an elderly relative difficult. I get really frustrated. Sometimes I feel like I’m standing alone screaming and no one can hear me. If grandma were just “some old lady” none of this would matter.

I have the twitter feed where I post things grandma says but the things my grandma says sometimes annoy and pester my friends and loved ones. I know people tire of hearing about her and my other family but I don’t know what else to do… other than just shutting up and holding it inside. Which isn’t a healthy or viable option.

Yesterday gram’s dictated a birthday card to her son. I normally wouldn’t post this sort of thing, but I think it’s too good not to post. It’s especially funny because my grandma has some very Victorian/proper sensibilities.

Dear #2 Son,

Mom