|Current mood:|| worried|
|Current music:||I Will Follow You Into the Dark, Death Cab for Cutie|
Wow, has it been a lousy run for my big girls. Between Grandma's encroaching mortality and my mother's spiraling injuries, I'm worried. I'm trying not to be, for my own health and well-being, as well as because in the larger picture I'm powerless--other than as a sounding board, which I'm no good at if I'm all worked up myself.
Being a grown-up is not always "totally easy"; this part is really hard.
Stupid "being a grown-up":. I knew it wasn't my thing.