It seems to me that I spend a lot of time waiting for the next thing. I started this about a week ago. I did not know where to go after the first line. But late last night after I finally convinced Cheryl to lay down I realized that sometimes I am waiting for life to smooth out for a bit.
Care partners often do not realize how important it is to have relief.
I wait to find out if Cheryl is going to organize her office.
I wait to find out about if we are home or if we need to fix that by driving home.
I wait to find out if getting to bed is next or if this is a late night.
Things are more mysterious at night and I am tired and on guard against argumentative discussion.
Last night we drove around to get home again. Because I was bored I picked a different circuit. That was a mistake on my part. I realized my error after I turned and she said, “This is not the way.” Oopsy. Now she is concentrating on landmarks which caused me to start a running commentary about streets and where were. Luckily she came with me and said we have to turn left at the light.
One more street and we were looking at home.
Carpe waiting Diem.