My early morning optimism fades to irritation and resentment
I start each day feeling upbeat but as I spend my day being shadowed and questioned constantly, scrutinized, and acting as a human calendar and clock and memory chip a hundred times a day or more, I am silently frustrated and angry by bedtime. I am sleep deprived and mentally exhausted. I have tried numerous remedies and gathered insights and ideas, but to no avail. Right now it's a pretty bleak outlook. There is little or no help from other family members, who have adamantly refused to take her to their home for even a week. They don't want to make her feel uncomfortable (separation anxiety if she is apart from me). I know, I am whining. All I can do is vent right now.