...want one, just one, day off

I know it sounds selfish, but I need a day off.

I have been handling this basically alone, every day for months - and I would appreciate one day all to myself. I think it would be a good dress rehearsal for me leaving in 20 days.

Yes...I am counting the days. I ache for my bed, my bathroom, new clothes, my boyfriend (not in that order) and a few hours where I could let my guard down and not be "on call". She needs to sleep. and NOTHING I DO will make her do that. Everything else is on her daily "list". And I can do her meds 2 weeks (or more) at a time. (The horn honking in Manhattan is so loud, especially being right on West End.)

When anybody calls Mom to see if she need anything, the answer is almost always, "no" - because I already got it. I am becoming resentful and it's not her fault. I am tired. I am really, really tired.

Now if I actually had a day off, I would go to the gym and do a light workout, steam, get a mani/pedi and then maybe grab a cab and hit the Oak Room for a martini in my new DKNY chocoate linen jacket. I would enjot feeling normal (whatever that is) for an hour.