Almost everyday for weeks now I collapse into my bed feeling defeated. I’ve gotten impatient, said something not so delicately, or did something with frustration. And if in town the slightest bit of impatience gets judgmental looks from any passerby. They have no clue. But I try. Hard. Every day I pray for help and it seems every day I fail.
And then today. Today I realized in a single day there are hundreds of moments where I get up to get her something to eat, stuff a pillow under head, adjust her chair to be more comfortable, rub her backs or legs, take her on drives, get her treats, etc… For all that I do wrong, I do something right.