Sandwiched Support

Tag: sandwich generation

  • September 28, 2025

    Looking at the Week Ahead

    It’s a season where I am already overwhelmed on a Sunday night just looking at my week ahead with some manner of dread. A lot of weeks are like this but not all. Last week I was able to get coffee with two dear friends and we are aiming for once monthly and are so far two for two.

    But tomorrow I work and then I get Mom on an online appointment and then I head to two back to back appointment that I am fitting in to attend them in person for me. Then two additional online clients and then running kiddos to their evening activities. 2 kiddos out of 4 have something tomorrow evening so it’s not a super heavy load where we need to ask my Mom-in-law to be the third driver. Phew! She’s out of state visiting my sister-in-law and her family.

    Then it’s work outside the home the next two days with quick dinners and the evening rush and then Thursday I have client from home and doctors’ appointments for Dad and Mom to and Friday has more appointments for Mom.

    I am planning to watch a show online and spend a little time on social media and also try to get a decent night’s sleep while I’m not feeling my best.

    It’s A LOT right now while sandwiched. A whole lot.

  • September 24, 2025

    Pushing Through Anyway

    I haven’t been feeling well this week, but I’m sandwiched daughter and mom. There is really no one to fill in for me without rearranging or canceling plenty and without a TON of favors being asked likely of other moms who either don’t work outside of the home or work from home. Quite frankly unless I am completely incapacitated with a stomach virus that won’t quit I don’t want to take the time and energy to ask multiple people for help with ALL that I do for my family each week. Text after text to try to find the right person who happens to be free and willing to do each thing honestly ends up being a lot and quite frankly it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t return the favor later. And it’s not that I don’t want to help them out, it’s only fair and these individuals are friends and relatives and fellow sandwiched moms in solidarity, it’s just that I already feel like I don’t have the bandwidth to keep up with my own family’s needs and wants. And I know they feel the same way. So just like people show up to work sick, Moms do that too except we don’t get a real restful break unless someone chooses to step up to take something off of our plates and between the meal prep, the appointments, the running kids to activities, the housework, the laundry, and the childcare, homework support, and support of aging loved ones, no one is willing to take it all on. Lightening the load of a member of the sandwiched generation is absolutely a thing and it is greatly appreciated, but truly there is no one who is really taking it all on for even one day. Sometimes a husband takes on putting out the “fires” of what’s needed to get his children through the day or a mom-in-law runs the kids to everything, makes lunch and dinner, and puts in a load of laundry, but it is a rarity that coverage does not leave plenty for the primary sandwiched adult to catch up on once well.

    A comparison can be made here to any job, but truly there is no comparison to the number of items on the primary caregiver/sandwiched adult’s list. And so very many categories leaving “tabs” open in the brain.

    A visit to urgent care or a nap or a trip to pick up a medication is carefully considered and life juggled to fit it in with everything else. And boy do we ever try not to loop in someone else. Instead sleep is lost, meals are skipped, and we do the next thing while the laundry and dust bunnies collect and multiply.

  • September 22, 2025

    I brought Mom home from the big hospital’s rehab today. It was a quick run up and back with a full afternoon of online clients and evening activities for the kids ahead. We did not have a big reunion as she was ready to head through the door into the suite she and Dad share. Each kiddo did go in and greet and spend time with her, but the mamarazzi wasn’t there this time. At this point we are deeply grateful while also on the edge of our seats praying that as far as this medical journey goes (this one that started last October 19th) maybe we will wrap it up before a year. She was rehospitalized again last week Monday-Wednesday and was able to return to the rehab at that time with planned discharge home today with home health nursing, PT, and OT starting Wednesday of this week.

    It feels a little like Groundhog Day kind of in the worst way while also allowing for very cautious optimism because there has not been a post-surgery blockage.

    We’ll take it, but it’s also true that We’ll take it from here. Some progress takes place more smoothly at home and we are hopeful that that will be true for Mom.

    Practicing acceptance that recovery and healing is rarely linear.

  • September 19, 2025

    Where’s That Uniform

    I’ve tried to train them to put the dirty uniform right on the laundry room floor. I used to forget to wash them on time pretty often before I did that. Now I will see soccer, baseball, dance, robotics bunched up in an inside out heap on the floor with tights and tall socks intermingled and be immediately reminded to spray those stains and toss it all in with the next load. For my oldest two I can hand over the responsibility for the freshly laundered and folded stacks right away and they will know where they are when it’s go time.

    Game time or Show Time or Practice (yep even at the practices for some activities there is a dress code or uniform required) comes along and my younger two have no clue. Gotta keep working with them on this….in my spare time.

    The other day I managed to clear and sort everything on the laundry room floor (kind of a big feat at our house in this season of life) trying to find my youngest son’s soccer uniform to get it clean in time and we realized it was in his hamper in his room the whole time. Same deal with my daughter. Not where the items needed to be. Up in her hamper as well.

    Trying to bring to life systems that work for our actual schedules. Now if everyone would join me in them. I guess that’s the rub.

  • September 18, 2025

    Inservice

    Tomorrow is a random inservice day quite early in the school year and our kids have off from public school. There will be two and a half days off in October as well around conferences though they don’t have Columbus Day off in the same week. I see parents on social media talking about this often, that the kids seem to have more and more days off or half days and days that are not as often around holidays. We found ways to have fun. I am writing and posting these posts late and our oldest two sons played their first rounds of 9 holes of golf with Dad which went really well, our third son had the time of his life at an outdoor adventure place with a small group of friends for the friend’s birthday, and I had a big play date at our house with a bunch of my daughter’s friends. Play date went great but it was an all-day commitment. Then I had some tickets for an amusement park that were going to expire so the kids lived their best lives Saturday and then sports Sunday afternoon. Quite often I am choosing between catching up the pages of work I need to enter into the computer and laundry, organizing, and tidying up. I am sitting at soccer practice now catching up the blog posts because I let them lapse last week. Not feeling super well and sometimes it all feels like a lot because in this season, it truly is.

  • September 17, 2025

    I’ve Lived Your Life

    Dad has been what we used to refer to when I was a kid, “An Absolute Trooper” with just about everything going on with Mom’s health for honestly what has probably been over a decade now. He has made her meals when she could barely walk due to her knee issues which was a lot of the time prior to his massive heart attack and quadruple bypass. Now he stays active and has been truly an asset in supporting Mom through ongoing physical and emotional struggles.

    I have a lot that I do when it comes to advocating for the health and medical needs of both of them. But having him providing all kinds of support to her including direct support, various shopping for needs, and lots of visits has been a tremendous help because I have no siblings and my husband and I have four children and we work and has a lot going on.

    He has been retired for several years but he selflessly helps support my two work days out of the house and the work I do from home by driving our kids to and from the bus stop (3 different buses this year) every school day. There is quite a lot that would not be possible if Mom and Dad did not choose to live with us and it has given us the opportunity to support them in many ways and for them to provide support in small ways as we raise the kids

    Having said all of that, Dad was frustrated with me this morning because I forgot for the millionth time to put things clearly on the written calendar on the kitchen island and I scheduled some appointments for him, to which I accompany him, at a time when he has plans to drive a couple of hours out of town to visit his brother who is in a long term care home. Understandably he was frustrated, but I pointed out that he is retired so there’s much more flexibility in his schedule to make some changes.

    That frustrated him because he has had this visit on the calendar for months and he is right that I did not give him proper notice. However, in my defense I absolutely have a point that he can be flexible and I ended up rescheduling the one appointment (the most important one is at 7 AM and he can still get going pretty early). But he ended up saying to me that he’s loved my life and basically now has the right to not have to be flexible.

    Um, no sir, I reminded him quickly, you have NOT lived my life. You had one child, not four, and Mom lived a similar life to mine (caring and advocating for her aging parents while raising me and at times trying to start a business for part of my childhood). You sir, did not. You lived the workaholic, non-primary parent’s life and you were not a caregiver of anyone while your child was growing up. You did not live my sandwiched life.

    I have been sitting with this post for several days and we all have different roles in our journey, but I stand by my right to remind Dad that he has never lived through the roles and that life has handed me in this timing.