Sandwiched

Ah, the sandwich generation -- those of us parenting young children and helping elderly parents at the same time.  Since adoptive parents are older than average, it isn't any wonder that more of us are feeling sandwiched right now.  Usually it's a nice PB & J sandwich, plenty sweet even when it's a bit sticky.

You might have noticed that I'm off my blogging game -- fewer posts, and more posts that send you somewhere else instead of giving you something substantive to read here.  My excuse is being a bit sandwiched right now.  The kids are almost finished with school -- Maya finished last week, and Zoe just has 2 more half-days.  My classes are finished, but I'm trying to complete my grading -- 93 essay exams  -- which is challenging without the kids being in school.  An open-faced sandwich, maybe turkey drowning a bit in gravy.

And then to top off the sandwich, my dad is in the hospital.  He's doing fine physically -- he's in a long-term hospital facility for pulmonary rehab. As I've told the kids, he's no sicker than he was, he's just in the hospital to help him become stronger.  The problem is that he doesn't do as well mentally when he's in the hospital.  Like calling 911 to report he'd been kidnapped and held against his will.  Really.  When Maya and I visited him the morning after the 911 incident, Maya spent the rest of the day marveling at how grouchy her usually sweet Grandpa was.  I don't know what to call this sandwich -- maybe a wrap sandwich not quite tightly wrapped?! And I don't mean Grandpa -- I'm the one not quite tightly wrapped.  Sigh.

Anyway, stick around and I'll try to do better, maybe a hearty beefy sandwich in the next day or two!