Being the mother of a totally g-tube dependent child comes with extras. Extra equipment, obviously. Extra learning about nutrition and drug cocktails to flush. That’s all cool, interesting and easy enough.
The part that sucks extra, is “syringe day”. When I say “syringe day” I am speaking of washing all the 3, 5, 10 and 60 ml syringes that I reuse daily to give meds. Boy do they stack up fast. I have been pretty laid back about washing these blasted things for 10 years but lately my friendship with syringes is on the decline. They never seem to go away. Currently I have one chili pot and two stainless steel mixing bowls full to the brim in need of a soak and a wash. Syringes are being too extra lately. lol
I’ll bet you have your own load of “whatever” that seems never ending. Laundry, bills, assignments in work and school, the list goes on. You name it. These extras can be overwhelming. But, when you can’t get rid of the load, then the next step is how to figure out how to balance and/or carry it.
So, maybe I will wash syringes later tonight when everyone is in bed, and maybe I won’t. It doesn’t make me a bad mother or wife either way. Some days you just have to put the load down or to the side. In my case, in almost all of the dishware.
I think during these crazy times in society and pandemic life, we have to allow maybe “extra” grace to ourselves. The syringes will still be there tomorrow. So will the soap. It will get done when it gets done.