Sandwich generation

Is that what I am? A sandwich? Hopefully not ham.

My mother has been really sick and is now having some real cognitive problems as a result. So I definitely feel like I am sandwiched between everyone else's needs. And what a sandwich - triple decker I think. Maybe more?

And the mustard on the sandwich - tangy & biting - is that I have been stepping on another person's toes and not even realizing it. Like I put this additional layer in my sandwich while sleep walking and spread it thick with spicy horseradish mustard and wondered why it was so overwhelming - not even realizing what I had done. And the person whose toes I was stepping on didn't tell me I was stepping on toes. Probably didn't want to offend me. Yet I clearly trampled them. Finally someone told me off. (so of course that feels like sh#* because I think how could I be so stupid?!).

You'd think that as you get older you'd get wiser but I have my doubts at the moment.