I'm actually starting to enjoy it. It's my way, to seek the shiny bits amidst the dark.

I was so stunned from what was really a simple set of tasks.....that's the bit that throws me. I look after my kids, and I don't get stunned by it. I'm doing the same sort of things, for my parents. I can't quite figure out why it's so different. Why it's so exhausting.

You can see them respond to the kind of care they're receiving. I think they both were expecting to have "care" shoved down their throats, or something.

My sister and I are laying out clear boundaries, and realms of personal responsibility. They, my parents, didn't know how to do that for us, my sibs and I. But they sure seem to know that they like it, when they see it. It's so unlike anything I remember from childhood.

I could do without the exhaustion part. Maybe, once the initial bugs are worked out, it will not seem so oppressively burdensome.

I appreciate very much all the support, and especially the validation, I'm receiving.

Thanks.

Lar