Taking care of a granddaughter seemed like a good idea at the time, and it is loads of fun. Then there were twins, and post partum depression and parents diagnosed with alzeimers and an aunt dying from bad heart but needing to stay home.
So the twins are now 18 months, the aunt died at home (thank you God) and parents are borderline as to whether or not they can remain at home.
There are many bad days but more good days, the funny part is that they are very much alike which is why elders get alone so well with children.
I would love to talk to other "sandwich" people just to share stories or give support because there are days when you think your life is not yours and will never be again. Then you get hugs and kisses from tiny little munchkins or a "how would we survive without you" from parents and life begins again...
Good luck to all of you