You know that generation of people who are stuck in between their children and their parents – where they’re kind of on the hook (so to speak) for both sides? You might be in that generation if you’re exhausted.
This is where I currently find myself – smack dab right in the middle.
For Labor Day weekend we went to visit the littles which is always, always, always THE BEST. I love to visit them. In one weekend we went to the zoo TWICE. We actually have a pass for a zoo 6 hours away.
The littles’ parents are fairly financial independent but are still “students”. He’s a medical resident and she’s a stay-at-home mom to three perfect littles. So we “treat” them once in a while. We bought steaks for dinner – which was a treat. We’ve helped them with small projects around their house. We do what we can.
We have four other children who are in varying stages of needing “help”. Some are students and others are independent. Still, as long as they’re with mom and dad, there is a sense that mom and dad are “buying”.
I treat them to new clothes or other items on occasion as I see needs or respond to “hints”. I mean when the kid shows up with holes in his shoes and says he can’t afford new shoes, what’s a mom to do (insert eye roll here). If you’re wondering if dad is less of a sucker, he is definitely not. He’s worse than me.
Then there’s the other side of the sandwich. Our parents. As we were driving back from our trip to see the littles, we got a phone call from my dad:
Me: “hey dad”
Dad (who lives 18 hours away): “where are you guys?”
Me: “we’re about 3 hours from home – driving back from seeing the littles”
Dad: “Oh. Well I’m at your house.”
Me: (nothing. shocked silence)
I knew he was coming to visit. He visits regularly. But I specifically said that this week was NOT a good week because I would be busy getting #5 ready for college and, if you recall, we are living temporarily in a 2 bedroom 1 bath tiny condo. Did I mention dad also has a dog?
I did what every good daughter would do and told him that he would need to get a hotel. Of course he didn’t like the cheaper one I picked out, booked, and paid for from 3 hours away, while driving. He find a “better” one for twice the price!
We put him up in the hotel for FOUR days until I could get my crap together at home. Then he transitioned to a mattress on our dining room floor. No Daughter-Of-The Year award will be received this year. Well wait – maybe. My dad likes to eat out. He thinks Minnesota has The Best Restaurants. Also I’m busy. So we ate out a lot including ice cream every night. Guess who paid? Every. Single. Time. (it was NOT dad)
I spent the week entertaining (and feeding) my dad while simultaneously helping an 18 year-old shop and pack for college. Let’s be clear on the “helping” – I did it all. Also I do indeed work full-time. I mean someone has to pay for all of this.
And now I’m sick. I mean physically. I have a headache, my nose is running, and my throat hurts, and I’m about to board a flight to “help” my college kid get settled in at his new digs.
If I was a sandwich, I’d be a grilled cheese. The kind that’s flat and oozes cheese out the sides.
Maybe I’m just an enabler but I’m wondering … how are YOU managing being in that sandwich?