One Day at a Time

Shes 88, and she hasn't bought a bra in ... hmm... 10 years?  15 years?  And she wants my help to buy one.  

Last week, she had me bring a tape measure because she thought she needed a size 42 band. *smh* she's small, and up until a year ago, she was a size 10.  So, measuring aside, I tried to get her ideals in a bra, because just searching "bra" brought up thousands of choices.  Cotton? Lace? Front hook? Back hook? Underwire? Regular or racer back?

She gave me that stare that says "I don't know" then asked what kind I buy. Um, mom, you and I are not built the same!  So she sits there thinking then grabs her shirt and lifts it up, "one like this".  *geeez*  

Things have changed a lot, and after looking and looking, she finally decided on one.  But damn, it took a lot to figure all this out.

I left her home yesterday at 3pm. In less than 24 hours, I've already gotten six texts.  She is becoming too much for me. I can't live my life this way.  And it has caused me to be extremely moody bordering on depression. And I'm having trouble shaking it. They say key strategies include setting small goals, staying active, maintaining a routine, challenging negative thoughts. 

So that's my goal for tomorrow. One day at a time.