Triple Layer Sandwich: A Generational Tale

When my kids were tiniest I was an honorary member of the Sandwich Generation. My Mother and I shared caretaking responsibilities for my Grandmother. With a toddler in my hand and a baby on my hip, I was up all night. It wasn’t the kids keeping me up. I am proud of my husband for teaching both to sleep through the night with such efficacy. Oh, make no mistake, it was the sexiest thing that man could’ve done. Sadly, it did nothing to quash the tide of phone calls that …