I. Am. Tired. Since our new living arrangements, I try not to complain. I do what I need to take care of my parents. I do what I need to take care of my kids and husband, but I can't seem to catch up. I have noticed a difference in myself. Instead of coming home and relaxing, I don't. I have to do something. Clean. Sort. Rearrange. Purge. I'm trying to keep my head above water. Now, I know the kids can help, but oh my goodness, that is worse sometimes. I would just rather do it myself which in the long run doesn't do them any favors, because they need to contribute. I just need about two weeks off so I can clean and organize everything like I want. Until then, I guess I'll just be tired.
Well, 2019 has already proven to be very interesting. My parents, ages 78 & 82, have recently moved in with us. They are aging parents with numerous health problems so living alone is not possible. They were living with my brother and his wife, but that situation became the less favorable option, so that leaves me. I knew it was coming, so I began to prep the kids. I started with the boys, because it affects them the most. When my folks came for a short visit, our youngest would give up his bedroom. His bedroom had the full-size bed and was attached to a bathroom. However, while it is a great size for a second-grader, it is ridiculously small for the older parental units. So we prepared everyone for bedroom turnover. The parents move into the bigger of the boys' bedrooms taking the full size bed and remain attached to the bathroom. The boys moved into the computer room: bigger for both but no bathroom. And then we took the computer, some crafts from the family/computer room