That's it, really. DS (3) and DD(1) moved 250 miles away from DH on Aug 4th. He was supposed to follow 1 month later. That turned into another month later, then 2 more weeks, now finally we're told it won't be till the middle of January he's up here. We came up to take care of MIL, who is dying of cancer, and probably won't make it more than a few weeks.
I am tired of driving the 50 miles each way to her house every day to take care of her. I am tired of DD screaming almost the entire way there and back because she's tired of being in the car. I am tired of putting my children in front of the TV for hours on end every day to entertain them while we're there and I take care of MIL and her affairs. I am tired of having to tell DS that yes, we have to go take care of grandma even though he doesn't want to go because she is very sick. I am tired of watching someone waste away who just a few months ago was a very active and vibrant person. I am tired of DH missing out on DS's, DD's, and his own birthday, our anniversary, and Halloween. I am tired of not seeing my husband. And I am tired of my children not having a daddy, who they both miss terribly, for most of the time.
That's kind of it, really. I think I just need to tell someone, and DH is already overwhelmed right now, and I have great friends, but have just got to know them, so I don't want to be known as the one who whines all the time. I'm really hoping that just getting it out will make me feel bettter.