Sandwiched Support

Tag: parenting

  • August 25, 2025

    Lonely Waiting

    Mom’s surgery is today. It’s going on now. It’s been a long day as her arrival to the big hospital was scheduled for 11:15 AM and she was prepped and ready before 1:00 PM but another procedure with another surgeon ran overtime in the OR she was to be going into. She just went into the OR just before 3:15 PM. Her surgeon and anesthesiologist seem very competent and we are hopeful! But the procedure is extensive and risky and I have been texting, calling, and posting on social media because I am on my own here, waiting, and technology allows me to receive support from friends and family from a distance

    I am to receive updates approximately every 2 hours. The surgeon shared that he scheduled her this way as he is already here all night so there is no rush and the procedure could take 1 hour or 6 hours. We knew it was going to be complicated going into it.

    They called the surgical waiting room about an hour and a half into her entering the operating room so that the staff member at the desk could let me know that they had just then started surgery now, but that it took anesthesia a while to place her lines (IV and some other things they discussed with us ahead of time) so it will likely be quite a while yet.

    I have so much support from a distance yet I am sitting here alone just like I did right after COVID in the county where I grew up while my Dad had a quadruple bypass surgery. He is doing very well physically now about (I think) 5 years later or so. I’m an only child and most of my close friends have as many or more kids than I do and they have been working all day or caring for kids all day or both. They are running kids to activities because it’s a Monday night at the start is the school year and making dinner and some will soon start the bedtime routine for their young ones. Would be tough to ask one of them to accompany me even though I know they wish they could be here.

    We have been marathoning hosting celebrations for three of our kids’ summer birthdays and hosted a celebration for a faith-based milestone for our youngest just yesterday. We have very little margin in which to plan and we didn’t know how the day would go so we agreed that Dad would get the kids off the bus like he always does and save his energy for visiting Mom tomorrow and Wednesday while I am working. And my husband worked all day and is running the kids to activities so that didn’t plan for him to be here, but now I wish he was.

    Great news in the middle of writing this (an hour ago) Mom’s surgeon walked into the waiting room much sooner than I expected and shared how the procedure went better than expected and that many things we were concerned might happen did not occur and all of this is amazing news!! It took them longer to get the lines in her this time (a number of factors are making her a tough stick at the moment) than the surgery took.

    And my cousin who works here came and gave me a hug a half hour ago as she headed in for her night shift. So I have much to be thankful for as I wrap up this post!

    I will say though that the waiting was lonely and difficult and I will be asking and trying to arrange someone to wait with me whenever there is a next time. Once Mom is cleared by this surgeon she will pursue knee replacement surgery next. Hopefully that will not be as nerve wracking.

  • August 22, 2025

    Fun Fact about Founder and Family

    My aunt, Mom’s only sibling, started a fun tradition with my two older cousins of a first day of school treasure hunt where they followed clues around the house or yard after school on the first day to end up finding a prize or gift. When I headed to kindergarten and beyond, Mom set up those treasure hunts for me at the end of every first day of school with poetic clues.

    I carry the tradition on with my kids and though I am running behind this year with a lot going on, I’ve written the clues and we plan to do the hunts over the weekend. It’s something the kids love to do and I hope they will share it with their children one day.

  • August 21, 2025

    Caregiver Syndrome

    Saw a very brief video online today where Mel Robbins is describing Caregiver Burnout and shares that she does not want to see her followers make themselves wrong over it, encouraging them not to blame themselves.

    This is exactly what I needed to hear tonight as I am sitting in my car waiting for my son at baseball practice and it’s running a half hour late and then I am off to pick up my oldest from work. I am proud of them and want them to have all they have both in terms of experiences/opportunities AND belongings, but there are 4 of them and they Just went back to school today and I spent ALL day working or organizing my moms entire closet and drawers with her and I just about Always feel spent.

    If you’re thinking that maybe cleaning out and organizing my mom’s entire wardrobe wasn’t the greatest choice for my first day without the kids and that I could have chosen not to do that so that I could rest between online clients or so I could have gotten some other things accomplished for me, technically you’re right, it was a choice.

    But it’s complicated, Mom has surgery on Monday and she has lost so much weight since October and all she has gone through and with the recent months of a liquid diet. So when I went to help her pack her bag for post-surgery PT/OT rehab she said she needed to go through her clothes to purge what is way too big now and to figure out which size of all of the clothing she has saved over the years fits her. I can’t say it was a bad time entirely. She and I had a nice time togethers but it’s a lot of work hauling everything around and sorting it all and putting it all back and hopping on calls and then returning.

    In this sandwiched season I have done some direct care, but I am not even someone who does that daily. I truly feel for those who do that work around the clock. I cannot wrap my head around what it must be like to do that work. I am struggling with never having more than an hour or two to myself in a week’s time during the summer and to get those two hours I am either losing sleep or just ignoring some things that quite urgently do need to be done but are not emergent.

    Now that the school year has started and my children have a structured place to go I will be able to set aside one day a week to have a little self-care. Tomorrow I will have the opportunity to go for coffee with one or two wonderful friends who get me at a great place and I have appreciated with both my “hairapist” and my therapist and both are greatly needed. But I won’t be able to do all of that every week. There will be errands and appointments for my parents and children and many many things to prep from meals to fun things like costumes for trick or treat (that will still stress me out because my attention will be divided due to 50 other things I don’t prefer to have on my plate).

    Maybe I will miss this, but honestly I highly doubt I will miss all of it. And at the very same time it is Also True that I love each one in my household so very much.

  • August 20, 2025

    No Calm Before the Storm

    Mom’s surgery is Monday and my kids go back to school tomorrow (one went back today for a half day intro to the high school- went well) and I am doing my best to celebrate 3 of my kids’ summer birthdays with all I’ve got and it’s not always landing the way I hoped as I am out of energy from doing all the sandwiched primary caregiver and advocate does while also working part-time and being the full-time summer camp counselor, tour guide, cruise director (if the cruise is my SUV or the minivan we rode in on our trip), mediator, wrangler, and personal chef of those I love the most and am also most frustrated with these days.

    Burnout is an understatement, but there are the most fulfilling glimpses of what I hear that I will one day miss the most. When my efforts land well and a plan comes together and, dare I say, when someone appreciates it, the heavens open and I find it all worthwhile.

    But there are many hours and even days when this is not even close to being the case and it’s challenging to say the least. Today was a day of higher than possible expectations on my part. What I imagined accomplishing was absolutely unrealistic and I ended up in tears apologizing to my kids that on their last day of summer I could not make all that we talked about happen.

    The lemonade was that we all agreed to keep enjoying in the days to come, but that turned sour again when I found yet another trip to two stores to go find school supplies that I forgot to grab totally overwhelming after my son’s soccer practice and a day full of not getting to what I wanted to get to. I cried it out repeatedly today and ended up in several rants, most of which I’m not proud of, but at the same time it is also true that I want to genuinely express that motherhood, with or without the sandwiched situation,

    Tomorrow the wheels on the bus will go round and round and I will have about 8 hours (with Dad helping with the buses) to get a whole lot done for work, to write clues for first day treasure hunts, and to prepare for two small family gatherings I’m fitting in before Monday’s surgery for Mom.

    There will be no calm before the storm of advocating for Mom medically returns.

  • August 19, 2025

    Laundry Rules

    I make them give me 24 hours notice if there’s a certain shirt or other clothing item they need or want my a certain day. I have been screamed at by all 4 of my children because they didn’t have a clothing item they wanted when they wanted it and I keep telling them, especially the teenagers, that they need to give me plenty of notice or they won’t have it on time. I am a very busy sandwiched working mom, wife, and daughter of aging parents and there is no laundry fairy.

    Before you remind me of the value of training my children, the 15 year old has now been doing his own wash for over a year. We start laundry independence at 14 and putting away folded wash at age 6. But they are still working on thinking and planning ahead and it’s definitely a one step forward, two steps back process.

    I am too busy living, working, and adventuring with my kids and our family and friends to just be home keeping up with the laundry. I get just enough done in time and my husband wishes I would adopt a minimalist lifestyle where I have just a week’s worth of clothing for everyone and just wash it once a week, rinse, and repeat.

    I like variety and bargain shopping way too much and am much more of a maximalist. And I cannot imagine not picking up extras at thrift stores so we have plenty even though a bunch is piled up waiting for its turn for a wash, dry, fluff, fold and brief visit to the drawer or closet.

    Tomorrow my 13 year old wants a specific shirt and I caved and put it in the washer and then the dryer so he can grab it out of there in the morning, but there wasn’t any notice that he didn’t have a plan. It’s one load after another around here and that can be quite draining for the default sandwiched primary caregiver of the home and the things that no one else feels like helping with.

  • August 16, 2025

    Facts about Founder and Family

    Getting ready for another child’s birthday party bumped the blog post from Friday night to Saturday again. Last evening I decided I was too exhausted to blog after emptying out a carload of clearance party items and Walmart food. Decided that Walmart on a Friday night is not my favorite (but I spent all day finishing up the library hikes with my 4 kids and getting my most social teen son to a birthday hang out) and I needed to do my shopping before my prep. It was crowded and a little creepy at times (a story for another day), but I ran into a sweet friend who is also family on my husband’s side by marriage and we made plans to go second-hand shopping when the kids are back in school. And I am really looking forward to it!! Mom and I are very big into thrift stores, yard sales, and consignment shops and sales and I have found friends that share my passion for great deals also.

    As a sandwiched adult, however, it’s very difficult to decide how to spend one’s precious VERY LITTLE spare time. For me it doesn’t count if my kids are along or if Mom or Dad is with me. And with regard to my husband it absolutely depends on what kind of mood I’m in or he’s in and what we plan to do. Often it’s quality time when I am with my family, but it’s not that incredibly rare special free time that I almost never get.

    If it’s truly free time it’s quite fulfilling for me to head to a coffee shop, restaurant or spa especially with a friend or group of friends who truly get me. But I have to fight the urge to use the quiet to catch up on errands that need to be done (while looking for a few fun things that I’m shopping for at the same time and planning ahead to find things for the next child’s party) or to get work done for work while it’s quiet or to clean up the never-ending dumpster fire mess in my house.

    I know in my gut how badly I need space and time just to rest and recharge after having the kids all summer (that’s no joke trying to keep them from truly fighting and desperately trying to keep them from way too much screen time). But I also want to re-connect with my friends who understand me and to have a whole uninterrupted cup of coffee and conversation. This feels like a need also. And our family benefits from improved order around here and needs the errands to be done so if my husband had his way I would spend every spare moment making sure the errands are done and, especially, that the house is in fantastic order.

    The struggle is real to find balance in it all and to fill those open hours when there’s not an appointment or an occasion to prepare for and my parents don’t have an immediate need and I am not working and the kids are busy usually at school and the dog does not have an appointment or a need either. And I haven’t even started talking about how meals always need to be made usually by me.

    While sandwiched, what’s left after all of that is almost nothing. And I am very fortunate to work part-time or there really would be no spare time.

  • August 11, 2025

    They Won’t Always Be There

    It might sound like it, but this is not a post about those who pass away or about the fact that we all will someday. Rather it is about those who are present for certain parts of our lives, sometimes in very significant ways, and then fade out of the picture.

    I often reminisce about my childhood, teen, and college years and a greater sense of closeness with cousins and with friends. Priceless memories.

    But quite possibly the strongest bonds have formed with fellow moms over the years. Many of them supported me through my most vulnerable experiences. Some truly understood each one. Most saw and heard me at a deeper level than I could imagine and some still do today.

    The part that is a gut punch though is that many of those who were my closest allies through c-sections, breastfeeding infections, sleep training, toddler tantrums, mommy and me play groups, postpartum anxiety and depression, potty-training and all that came with it all, are no longer closely doing this stage of life with me. And, though maybe it shouldn’t be, it’s unexpected and at times heartbreaking.

    There’s some grief and loneliness in finding yourself at sports practices and at classroom parties, at scout meetings, and at church activities without key members of your village. Don’t get me wrong, the mom tribe grows and expands and you have the privilege of casting a wide net to find more friends and more support and it’s an amazing thing. With an open heart your friendship energy can grow just like your love grows with each subsequent child’s entrance into the world. Your time and energy may be divided, but your love just multiplies as children arrive one after another. In this way you can make room in your life and your heart for new friends and supporters and you find them where your kids lead you, shepherding their own kids at the same place at the same time and you work on getting the kids together, or you run into them at mutual commitments, or you find yourself at many of the same birthday parties as you help your kids live their best lives and you end up celebrating life together.

    And some of it’s awkward at first. And some of it’s awkward all the time. And some of it’s just what you needed to get through that part of a season with that child or children who are growing up with their children.

    However, I miss the besties who were my go-to’s to swap babysitting or to let me vent through arguably the toughest years of my life thus far. Most haven’t intentionally pulled away that I know of, but any number of normal things have happened as part of the rhythm of life and they are at a distance now. Their kids attend a different school district or are home schooled and we are not on the same schedule. Their kids are in different activities from the ones we do or do them at different locations or on different teams. Their youngest children are older than mine so they are no longer in the stages I am in and have a different pace of life. Or their youngest children are younger than mine so their pace is very different also and it’s a whole different level of challenges that they are still facing that I am not and now I am facing challenges of having teenagers and they are not there yet and cannot relate. Four years ago we moved about 15 minutes away from where we lived before and to a different school district and because of what some of them have going on and the lifestyles they lead with their families, I might as well be much further away as they don’t really get to where I am and I often do not get back to where they are.

    One particularly painful goodbye was leaving the home we lived in for the early years of our children’s lives that was adjacent to a farm owned by extended family members of my husband and when we moved away from there we left second cousins behind. Our kids miss them very much and don’t see them as often as we all wish. Different schedules and responsibilities and choices for our families keep us busy and rarely together.

    I do get to see many of them sometimes. Usually every other week or monthly for most (some a little more often, some a lot less often), but this sandwiched stage gives us little flexibility. One dear friend pulled back to get her oldest daughter connected with more girls to play with even though she and my son were the best of friends. I doubt I tried hard enough to continue to get them together and their friendship seems to have downsized with indifference these days. The kids move on and make other connections. It’s normal.

    But it’s still sad and I still wish that I was swimming and hiking and heading to the play groups and jump gyms with those who did motherhood with me in the early years, at least sometimes. You can’t really go back, but I hope to meet the moms for more coffees.

  • August 9, 2025

    Fun Fact On a Saturday

    Writing my first (and possibly only blog post on a Saturday because I truly completely forgot to post last evening as I was totally consumed by planning an epic tea party for my child’s birthday with friends. I had help from some of the very best people for the job and who step up and show up for me more often than I can count.

    Together we made it Amazing! It was a Wonderland tea party and was indeed a wonder. Making beautiful core memories through celebrating life is my favorite. Thankful for all of the people who partied with us. It was the most beautiful day for us all!

  • July 30, 2025

    Making it Work

    As I eased myself out of bed this morning I pleasantly found that my aches and pains from hotel mattresses and alternating between hiking and riding in a mini van had mostly subsided. But my smiles about that were short-lived as I realized I needed to hurry through my coffee and breakfast (even though almost nobody else in the house was up yet and the near silence sounded wonderful) to log on for my 7 AM client. I see a small limit of clients per week, especially in the summer, as I am primary caregiver, camp counselor, and beyond for my four children all summer (both a tremendous privilege and quite a challenge) and advocate for both parents as they navigate their medical needs. My husband gets up, showers, shaves, and leaves for the office without interruptions or much to consider outside of his personal care and upcoming professional responsbilities.

    If I want to work beyond my roles as wife, mother, daughter and co-house manager, I have to make it work because I have loved ones relying on me. So this morning it was just the one terrific client (I have the best clients almost all of the time and when there are challenges it is rare that I cannot understand why) and then I grabbed an active shirt and threw my hair up in a ponytail and we were off on an adventure to meet another mom with active kids for two of the hardest library hikes. We hiked about 4 1/2 miles between the two hikes (which is a lot for me and my lifestyle) and enjoyed many beautiful sights and a whole lot of complaining from the kids. But I got to catch up with my friend about all things work, kids, kids’ schools, experiences with our family members’ medical issues, travel and trips, and all manner of the sweetest conversation while hiking and swimming afterward. I rarely see her between our yearly hike day with the kids as our kids are in different local school districts and understandably haven’t remained friends beyond their younger years in the local play group where we met, but we made this pleasant catch up work while simultaneously getting our kids fresh air, exercise, and space for creative activities without screens for a good 6 hours plus. She understands that part of making it work is that she packs her own lunch for herself and her own kids while I just have to bring ours (subbed the lunch packing out to my 15 year old son to make that work) so that we can all enjoy my amazing neighbor’s pool together and I am hosting but not going to the extra effort of providing a lunch which may not be a favorite for her and her kids.

    My thoughtful in-laws offered again to take one kiddo at a time for a couple of nights each to give them special attention and activities away from what is often a chaotic rhythm of collective living at our house. Each child gets to pick the meals my mom-in-law cooks and the fast food and treats they go out and enjoy and they get to do all kinds of fun things with both of my husband’s active parents. So a bonus after a long day keeping up with the kids and their needs was the fact that my middle son heading off with my mom-in-law, I whipped up some eggs for the other kids, and we got some toast and freezer waffles out and everyone basically could fend for themselves with some minor support. Sometimes to make it work we keep it super simple. I’ve also had an awesome cleaning person do wonders here this week. I can only afford one half day per week, but it’s worth it. And we’ve had groceries delivered to restock. Sometimes I go, but often I make use of the awesome memberships available to me.

    I’m not a magician or an octopus. Mom always used to say that about herself as she juggled all of the things back when she was in a similar sandwiched stage of life. She made it work and each day, somehow, I make it work too.

  • July 28, 2025

    Enough

    I took my dad to a 6:30 am EKG this morning after getting home last evening from our two week trip with the kids. Did one load of laundry and spent my breakfast being the listening ear my dad needed. Called the pedi office to see if I can bring my daughter, who has been sick on and off with cold symptoms for a few weeks and now has quite a cough, to see if I can bring her along to be seen there while I brought my teen son for his wellness check up or before or after. My son’s appointment was at 9:40 AM, not one of the popular timeslots before or after parents’ work days. But they could not get her in.

    Thankfully both early morning appointments went well and brought helpful results. But then I had to head back out with my daughter to urgent care for a sick visit. They were helpful but it took me right up to zipping home to get there in the nick of time for my first client and the other three today

    My fifteen year old got everyone lunch while I worked, but by the time I was done it was time to pop dozen pizzas in the oven and open fruit and veggie trays and call it dinner as my husband made his way home.

    As I skipped preheating and hoped for the best as usual, I called my husband and vented about how I felt I got nothing done today because I didn’t unpack, I barely did laundry, and picking up around here escaped me as it often does. My husband was on point today and reminded me that I took loved ones to 3 doctors and saw 4 clients and that that’s a 7 hour day alone right there not to mention the drives, chores, and being there for all 4 of my children and both of my parents in different ways.

    It’s enough, but there’s not enough of me to go around. And I’m sandwiched and each day brings many challenges with opportunities right now.