Halfway through my week helping to care for my mom.
I'm still mainly cooking for myself, but I stopped cooking for her because I apparently overdosed her on vegetables. I didn't realize how poor her diet had become until she complained about my food making her sick and my siblings gave me a heads up about what she typically eats. So...she's back to ordering take-out and I just make myself what I want. I tried.
I worry about her because she's morbidly obese with a lot of health issues. I don't always agree with how she chooses to handle things, but it's her life, not mine.
My siblings and I are rotating who's around to help her and giving each other a chance to sneak off every day for a workout or just some quiet time.