Saturday, June 11, 2005

A balancing act ...

When you're going dealing with a hard situation, such as we are with my Dad, it's almost as if you're inside a bubble. You're so concerned and overwhelmed with what's going on inside the bubble, that it's hard to focus on what's going on outside.

But life goes on, whether you're moving with it or not. Sometimes days will go by before I read the news or watch television. Most nights, by the time I get home, my (ex-husband) is in bed either watching CNN or already asleep. You also become so mentally fatigued that it's hard to carry on a conversation (or write in a blog, for that matter).

So, Mom told me to take Thursday night off to just spend some time and at home and relax. So, I did ... and had such a great night. I brought home McDonalds ... which is the perfect comfort food ... and I had the most boring but wonderful night. I cleared some shows off the TiVo ... watched Nancy Grace ...

I miss spending evenings like that at home. But I know there's not much time left with Dad ... and I know that Mom has so much on her shoulders that she desperately needs help and a shoulder to cry on.

Life's a balancing act. Every one of us balances work or school or family or friends. We all try to keep a healthy mix between things we want to do and things we have to do. And, I suppose in times like these, we just accept that our priorities will temporarily change and the mix becomes heavy in the latter.

Home, home again.
I like to be here when I can.
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.

Pink Floyd - Breath