This week was rough. I knew it would be and it lived up to the hype. My parents came and my dad his latest eye surgery and thankfully it went off like a dream. (The exact opposite of our unexpected 6 week ordeal last year, which was weighing on us as we prepped for this surgery.)
But even though my dad was well cared for and also my mom has been feeling great, I was exhausted. But do you know who worried about me (in my day-to-day life)? No one. Nobody said, "How are you holding up? You doing okay?" They said, "Your poor mom. Your poor dad." All the while I'm thinking, "Really?" I'm catering to them, driving them everywhere, attending to their every need, making sure they get the best medical care and they are the ones suffering? It always reminds me just how often the caregiver is overlookedand what a tremendous job that is to take on. And I realize that I've got it so much easier and in shorter bursts than most.
But I digress, as that situation began to wrap up another storm was a brewin'. A storm involving my siblings. The storm that starts when I feel like my contribution and concern for my parents (I decided that they are my parents from now on since I am the one who watches out for them) is taken for granted and their contribution to our lives is also taken for granted. They may make me nuts a lot but damn, I have some of the nicest parents anyone could hope for.
I won't go into too many details about this sh*t storm mainly because it's late and I need to sleep. But there were a lot of tense conversations and trying to be mature and not wrapped up in the emotions and express myself without attacking the other parties. I stood up for myself over and over again, even though I was weary. I was out of my comfort zone of just letting my family walk all over me. It was hard to get back up time and time again.
But I'm also over it. And randomly finding this quote tonight reminds me that I'm on the right path. That getting out of my comfort zone must be done because it's anything but comfortable.