Everytime I think things are getting better they seem to get worse. Stress is a nasty little thing, just as nasty as the disease that takes my MIL's sanity and robs her of dignity. I hate to feel so helpless, so stressed, I feel her pain when she has a bad day, and that frustrates me beyond belief. I constantly await the moments I can escape and breath my own thoughts in, but sadly they have become fewer and fewer these days.
This weekend Fred took me away for a night, and it was nice to get away. But the dread filled me when we got back into town, before we ever got home. I felt quilty for leaving my son with my MIL. He said it wasn't so bad, but she made up for it with me this week already.
Anyway, here are a few pictures from the mountains I took as we took the parkway thru NC on the way back from SC.
Fred at one of the overlooks.
Well, goodnight, blessings and hugs, always!
