I must not have enough mayo on my sandwich. As soon as I get one layer of filling situated, then another falls out. I finally got situated in a job that I can be happy with in a company that I'm very happy to be a part of and now my home life is falling apart.
My mom needs some help with transportation to some medical appointments (nothing serious) but being two weeks in on a new job is not the time for me to be taking three or four hour breaks right now -- the training is intense! My granddaughter is going through a phase -- that's the only explanation I have -- and is driving the house insane. My daughter
Don't misunderstand. I consider myself extremely blessed and fortunate in my life but I'm so tired of juggling. I think if all aspects of my life were balanced at the same time, I'd literally fall over.
To my fellow sandwich generation members, I salute you. I can't even begin to imagine how those who are dealing with a parent who is seriously ill manage. It's a tough job. Even tougher if you don't have a spouse, siblings, or have siblings near enough to help out.
I'm thinking I don't want any more sandwiches. I think I'd like a nice big salad ... all the ingredients tossed in a bowl and held together with a touch of blue cheese dressing.
In the meantime, pass the mayo. Please.