Trying not to beat a light. Yep, it beat me.
The excuses first:
So I am part of what they call the “sandwich generation.” I care for small children AND my parents. Putting it that way is a bit overly dramatic, but it’s true enough, and there are moments when the pinch is on.
Tonight I had toddlers to get to bed, and when dear old Agent Dad reached out letting me know he was hungry, I had to put him off until I got the kids to sleep. Then I prepared a bowl of the gruel we were eating for supper, and raced over to his place with it. Also, I had already apologized to him that I had not spent more time talking and checking on him today, so I really wanted to sit and visit a few minutes with him while I had the chance.
He is not bedridden or destitute. He lives on his own and…
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