Praying...

I just want one day of peace.  Just one day.  I thought we were going to have it today.  I stayed pretty mellow all day.  And, in turn, so did Mom.  The meds seemed to be helping.  But, she was restless and agitated when she went to bed.  I went in to sit with her until her final pill kicked in and relaxed her enough for her to sleep. I swear that I know that it is the disease speaking.  But, I guess I had my guard down because tonight when she was saying hateful things to me, it cut straight to my heart.  I am trying so hard to keep her home with us but I just don't know how much longer I can do this.  Tonight I am praying for strength.  And peace.