When the carer becomes the care-ee…

“I’m having a bad day,” texts Martha. When I get home I give her a hug and say, “I think there might be something wrong with your engine, I’m going to have to check your oil with my dipstick,” and she laughs. And then I say the thing that she’s been longing to hear all day:

“Do you want to go to bed?”

This has everything to do with her recharging her batteries and nothing to do with me discharging mine – I will the keep the kids between the ditches for a few hours. Continue reading