Gotta keep going

About once a day, Mom fusses at me for doing too much. She reminds me I'm too old, bad heart, crappy back, chiari issues, too much stress, etc. It's her thing. I usually just acknowledge her worry and keep going.
But today,  I might be inclined to agree worth her. 

I was up at midnight with mom. 3 am with the cat. The dog got fed at 4.
Made biscuits at 430 am.
Went back to sleep until 730.
With lots of rain coming,  and the potential for yet another flood in our yard, I decided to take a bunch of stuff to the local scrap yard. So I carried all of the excess metal in the yard, the shed and nearly filled up the SUV. Took it to the scrap place. [Very cool business, btw]
Got my allergy shots.
Went shopping at WalMart, Publix, AND Ingles.
Came home and rested.
Cooked chicken to make soup [canned the stock and pulled the meat], then cooked and froze some sweet potatoes. Cleaned up the pans.
Mopped and vacuumed the kitchen floor, living room, Mom's room.
Restocked drinking water through the house (can't use tap water).
Put away the cooled stock, the soup chicken. Prepped the kitchen for making soup tomorrow.
It's 830 and I am finally settling down for the evening to read.

Care giving is full time work. It is no respecter of age or infirmity.  There are days, like today, when I stand in awe of the men and women who care for profoundly ill or disabled loved ones.

Mom is still doing pretty well right now.   She can feed and bathe herself most days.  But when the time comes that she can no longer be self sufficient, I doubt will be able to manage it alone.  I dread that day because there is no way that nursing homes can cope with Mom's  medication and food allergy issues.

So for now, l do too much, and thank my lucky stars that I'm still able. I acknowledge that I'm  too old and medically challenged to go at this pace for very long. But then I keep going because bad weather's coming. Gotta be prepared.