Ah Fuck the whole taking care of parents. Here's the thing: even if you give all you can, you still feel like you aren't doing it enough, or right. When people are not related to the person needing care, I don't think they have that same component of failing somehow. I think I would rather be in a place with a lot of people, eating meals together, and planning shenanigans. My mother had her own apartment in an assisted living situation not far from us, until she really needed around the clock supervision (night adventures, hallucinations) Um well. Fuck. I know she didn't want her end of life situation to be the ruin of my sister and I, though she forgot... You try to be reasonable and not get sucked under, but you learn to hold your breath longer than is good for you as well. Seriously, I'm still getting over it. Take turns, if you can, find a friend with a spare room you can crash in and just get out of the house for a night. REEEEEENOOOOO!!!
Vada a bordo, cazzo!
"I'm not a madame. I'm a concierge."