Some time ago, I called a friend in the midst of a crying mini nervous breakdown about how I could not handle my life. Her immediate response was, hire help.
As a serious do it yourselfer, I could see the wisdom of her suggestion but it seemed expensive and just not quite natural. Well, six months or so later, and after a few different kinds of scares, I am finally taking her advice. We just met with a home caregiver service who will be sending someone later this week.
It will be an adjustment for me but adjusting to things that do not feel normal are what this seems to be all about. And the relief of both knowing that Mom will have consistent support and me getting some help with the never-ending laundry pile is sounding more and more awesome.