This week, Mom and I tackled some paperwork—she needs her own library card and transit card—to pretty much make it official that she’s going to stay with me in Pennsylvania. It’s a big change for her, since she’s lived in North Carolina for her entire life.
That places me solidly in the “sandwich generation” since I also have two kids still at home. My husband is in a similar position, having recently moved his mom into an assisted living facility a few minutes away. The reality is that our phones never stop ringing and we are almost always driving someone somewhere or picking something up.
We’re not complaining. I consider myself incredibly…
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