That's what they call us, you know, The Sandwich Generation. We care for our kids and we care for our parents. Sometimes it means caring for a sister or a friend, as well. Right now my sandwich is a triple-decker and I realize it's what's on the menu for me at this stage of my life.
There's a bunch of stuff going on in my family's world right now and we're all a bit off our axis. I've been feeling like the guy on Ed Sullivan with the plates on sticks. Remember him? He had a row of tall thin poles each balancing a white ceramic dish that he spun like a top. His goal was to have all the plates whirling around at the same time. It was intriguing to watch him scurry along the poles making sure each plate was still in its orbit. When one would get wobbly, he'd give it the attention it needed to spin again, this all to the tune of some frenzied background music. He was as frenzied as his trick.
Being the Ed Sullivan Plate Guy is not easy and the crucial part of this role is remembering to keep my own plate from losing its rhythm and crashing to the floor and cracking into bits and pieces.
The best way I know to do that is to savor routine as much as possible. Whether it means making dinner for the hubby and myself or showing up for my Zumba class. I continue my guilty indulgence of watching two ridiculous soap operas even when it means zipping through an episode I've recorded late at night. I'm back to meditating a few minutes in the morning. I'm trying to remember that there is no solution to be found at the bottom of a bag of peanut M & M's.
To all my fellow members of The Sandwich Generation, I applaud you for keeping your plates whole, even if a little cracked. Spin well, my friends.