Ruffled Feathers
Seems like every day it's something.
Rolly has been in good spirits the last week. His biggest issue is with the girls (granddaughtersw we live with). They are 6 and 10. The (seemingly) constant noise and confusion bothers him. I try to play the mediator. I understand his issues with "sensory overload" since the stroke. But I also know this is THEIR house we live in, and it seems like I'm always the one trying to smooth out ruffled feathers, explain what the other person meant. etc.
And as I reminded him yesterday, this is the life we chose (after the stroke chose us! (~_~) and we need to find a way to make it work, at least for the next couple of years. It'll be 3 years until he gets social security, and realistically, we can't do anything about living arrangements until then!
And life goes on............................
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