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The Martyr

       It was 5:00 AM on a Thursday morning.  My husband just realized that he had a five day weekend.  He suggested that we leave that night and travel the twelve hours to meet our son's finacee.  That was a great idea.  The problem was what to do with Jim.  It was too much time in the car for Jim.  We also had no place that he could stay when we got there.
  I dramatically told Monte that I would just stay home and take care of Jim.  Monte would not hear of that.  As he walked out the door to work he told me to figure it out, we were leaving that night.  It took three calls and Jim was covered for the weekend.  I spent the day preparing  the schedule for the help. I stewed over the arrangements like a Mother Hen. Jim told me that he could take care of himself.  I made the arrangments despite his confidence.
    We left that night. We  met the beautiful girl that would soon become part of our family.  We also had the opportunity to visit with our happy son. Notwithstanding the long hours in the car,  I was well rested  We returned home to find Jim anxious to see us, but well cared for.  I am learning that being a caregiver does not mean I need to be a Martyr.

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  1. Emily HayesJanuary 2, 2019 at 9:18 PM

    It's true, you deserve time for you too! I'm glad your weekend was restoring and happy and that things worked out so well for grandpa at home.

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