COMING TOGETHER--48

This Sunday I overslept, so as soon as I woke up Mom said, 'The tables have turned!' A touch of sarcasm, but I think she is weary of being told what to do by me. I am tired of telling her what to do. I'm tired of living her life instead of mine. But here we are.

I got dressed in a hurry for church. The service was crummy. Two young women were trying to act out church leadership without the gifts to do so. The sermon didn't have anything I could use to get through the week. Mom said the sermon wandered. But we did have communion.

We ate at a place called The Egg and I. We had to wait a long time, Sunday crowd. I was getting frustrated at this. Mom and I didn't say much during lunch. We both needed sleep when we came home.

I think both of us are tired of the other. She is tired of being limited by her blindness and old age. I am tired of taking care of her when I'd like to be living my life. I'm 63, these are my last years, but insted of doing things I'd like to have done all my life, I am taking care of her. It's somewhat like taking care of a baby, she is so slow, she can do so little for herself.

Now it is the afternoon. Mom is sleeping as she has most of the afternoon. She will have to take her pill soon. I will have to go to work soon. Another week of nights and then I go on the day shift. I have some trepidation about this but it will give me some relief from the stress of doing this.