Should’ve Known Better

Hello Everyone:

The end of a very long Thanksgiving Day weekend and back to the same old same old tomorrow. How was the holiday weekend?  Cold and rainy. The rain made it difficult to go out running on Thursday so I ended up doing some yoga to stretch out the muscles. Friday and today were better but Saturday was damp. Weather report aside, I’m still feeling so overwhelmed by everything I do around the house. What makes it even worse is other people, standing telling me how great I am while I juggle 50 balls in the air. Sis is totally useless because her head is deeply buried in the sand. She just denies anything is wrong and goes on her merry way. About the only thing she’s good for is talking to to the the doctors, albeit grudgingly, and keeping track of the medications. Otherwise, unless she can squeeze mum in, she doesn’t pay that much attention.  Speaking of paying attention, I still feel ignored by everyone. No ever asks how I’m doing or is there a way to help out. I’m not okay, I routinely feel exhausted—mentally and physically— and I would like regular cleaning help.  The reason for this is simple, it’s hard to focus on looking after mum when I’m focused on finishing up on the kitchen or need to run downstairs to put clothes in the dryer. Again, it’s as if I’m juggling too many balls. I also need someone to come in the morning to help with mum.  She needs the specialized help I can’t give her. Of course, when I told mum all this, I got accused of being spoiled and selfish. Basically, my asking for help was seen as not wanting to help out at home. That could one the furtherest thing from the truth. I help out way more than what’s fair. I just want others to share the burden. Well I should’ve known better than to ask.