Spending all of this time on the moon, wears on my soul.
Makes me feel really old most days.
"They" say many things, mostly filling hot air with sound and spit.
Trying to remind myself of the many years that have gone by, living carefree on earth, and wandering about with absolutely NO responsibilities.
And that time is not now.
Trying to see beauty in this current situation, here on the moon.
Joy gets in, small places, lights and sounds, but well receive
Well, another day on the moon brings:
more stress, more fears, acting emotional, crying slightly, hoping to hold it all together for just one more day...
Something has gotta break,
I pray that tomorrow is better, easier, more normal, even-keeled, sorta happy, with blessings, and a good memory for my family.
Not giving up on this moon job,
guess I always did want to be an astronaut secretly,
astronaut life on the moon vs. caregiver for husband stroke survivor
AND another day of chasing myself in circles...
mebbe later there will be time to unwind and post more..
yesterday was hard, glad that is over..
not enough time to type today..
Praying this gets better... period.
caregiver to husband
Taking care of a stroke survivor is like being an astronaut and living on the moon with them.
It seems like all the "rules of life" are skewed...
Every day is possibly a new emergency...
(for example: spinning out of control in space with no tether after 1 small miss-step)
And just when I think we are together on this,
My survivor husband will get angry at some "invisible" slight
on my part towards him and get verbally loud
This new astronaut job is not what it is cracked up t