the good granchild
It is so miserable hanging out with my grandma. She complains, demands, and obsesses the whole time. I’d rather be getting a root canal I think. This makes me quite sad and uncomfortable as I was always her favorite and we always did everything together. Now even the thought of spending time with her turns me into an irritable grump for days.
Her descent into old age has been complete misery for her. But none of us are angels. We can’t fix anything for her nor do we enjoy being her whipping posts. Being around it completely deflates me, turns me into a road rager, and depletes the patience I need to be a good parent to a 3-year-old.
I have been here two hours and I’m ready to crawl into a sleeping module and not return for a month. The guilt makes it that much more tiring.
Categories: elder care