I'm too stressed out to sleep. I shouldn't have gone to the same restaurant for my birthday this year. It was just too difficult. My sons came and so did Jimmy and Lupita. But still it was just too hard. I can't stop crying tonight.
Tomorrow I'm going to visit "skilled nursing facilities" so I can begin to make a decision of where Jim should go next. It's just too much to bear. I can't believe I'm shopping for nursing homes for my husband and not my 89 year old mother. Life is too hard.