Out of Control #RapidCycling
I have just started being a nanny for my daughter, 4-5 days a week, for basically room and board, and they are getting ready to move into a bigger house, where I will have my own room on the first floor. But wow, talk about taxing work! She has 4 wonderful boys, whom I love dearly, and I think the world of, but, was it the full moon? This week has been out of control! Hitting, swearing, and just your normal "band of brothers", and "it's all us brothers against you, Grandma Suzy, and we're pretty tough."
And it has done me no favors with my C-PTSD, depression, and anxiety. My daughter's outside my door, crying and worrying and wiping her eyes and sniffling because she's convinced herself that I've got dementia and I don't have long for this world. And that every day, in every way, my dementia keeps getting worse and worse.