Each day I pick the things that are the most important to take care of (my Fathers immediate needs), and then I play a constant game of catch-up with the rest. I can't get every thing done every day, so I have to pick and choose. If I am really lucky, I can squeeze an hour or two late at night to peruse a journal article or two while my computer hums away grinding iterations. Some days I can get the yard work done, some days not and I have to work like a sled dog when I get the opportunity to catch back up. Overall, it's exhausting and I've been driven to tears from the stress more than a few times.
Let us pray that he gets the help he needs. Thank you.