I am too stressed to clean house. I feel like I just work around things....surface clean. I have recently given myself permission to do one thing a day and be okay with it and that helps. I know in the scope of things, mopping the floor isn't the end all be all....but it gives me a sense or normalcy. Maybe that's what it is...I'm too stressed to be normal..learning to live with and live in the new normal.

I'm too stressed to remember the business matters of my life. I am behind on filing income taxes and county taxes and I cannot seem to find those things of any importance. I think of them as stuff I will get to one day. Stress impacts my every day life in that I spend money without thinking ti through, eat too much and find myself overwhelmed if just one tiny bit of stress happens. Of course I do survive that because the a/c went out today and it is 87 degrees inside and I don't have the money to get a repairman to come out, my ipad died after a long and honorable life, I lost my phone and got a phone I like much better but none of my contacts crossed over and Robert is not well so I am watching and calculating in my mind if it is time to take him to the emergency room. How do I know I am truly stressed? In the middle of all this I am fiddle farting around, weirdly calm and accepting of each aspect. Stress robs me of initiative and distorts reality.

I am not sure that I am me anymore. Long term caregiving is life changing. I wonder what is on the other side of this and how I will react.

I hear you - because we're sitting in the same boat! (Hugs)

I'm too stressed to even remember who I am. Mom broke her arm. Again. \"Shattered\" is the word the ortho surgeon used. No one sleeps.