I've written before about Dave's mother's battle with Alzheimer's for the last ten-plus years. For most of that time we lived seven hours away so we weren't involved in the daily care. Now she has moved to a nursing home and again, her daily care is provided by others. Without her at home, there is no need for Dave's dad to maintain a 3 bed, 3 bath home, so he is moving into an apartment. Obviously, this requires major downsizing, cleaning, sorting, packing, hauling... We need to be down there helping, but life gets in the way. Jobs and other obligations fill days. We live closer now, but it's still a four hour trip, which means it's difficult to do for one day, but we've done it several times. Staying over means two days off work, boarding the dogs, yada, yada, yada...
On the children side of this sandwich, at 20 and 21, most of the time they are independent. We go visit, we talk by phone and computer, we send money and advice, but on a day-to-day basis they handle their own lives. I'm certainly not complaining - they're wonderful! It's the university and the IRS who are teaming up to flatten me a bit this week.
We have been "selected" (I love how they try to make this sound like a prize) to have to prove that our kids are really our kids and that the income we reported to the IRS is actually our income. It's just paperwork and would be simple, if stupid, to complete - BUT the IRS has decided we don't really live where we live. They also don't think we live at our old address. Don't know where they think we went, but it's going to require a phone call to untangle and the wait times to speak to a person are phenomenal. So - - - I can't make the phone call until I have a day off with plenty of time to sit on hold. I don't have a day off till late next week because I rearranged my work schedule to make time for trips to take Amanda a new bed, another trip to accompany her to a doctor appointment, and a trip to help the father-in-law move. (How do people with inflexible, full-time jobs get anything done?)
And in the middle, I'm trying to be a wife, keep house, garden ... have a life.
Lest you think I'm whining - well, I AM whining, but lest you think I'm doing it disproportionately - I give all kinds of kudos, pats on the back, high fives and bows in awe to my sister-in-law, Steph, who has done the hands on stuff with her parents for the last five years, while raising two kids - one who is only 7 now. She has a very special crown waiting in heaven for the way she has honored her parents. (I'll be wearing a plastic Barbie tiara from Wal-mart.)
We'll get through the next couple weeks, the father-in-law will get settled in his new spot and the house sale will close, school will start and somehow it'll all get paid for, and life will return to normal just in time for the next "crisis".
We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.
- 2 Corinthians 4:8-9
- 2 Corinthians 4:8-9