- Peanut Butter or Corned Beef Reuben?
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Thursday, August 14, 2008
by
Cindy Droog
This isn't really a post about food. It's more about life.
My husband and I are in the Sandwich Generation, caring for our kids and our parents at the same time.
I don't talk about it much, because despite being a blogger, I'm still a pretty private person. But I just read a tip about successful blogging in Wired Magazine yesterday. It said: "Go a little beyond your comfort zone; share something you're hesitant about sharing."
So, here goes.
Hubby and I are responsible for his aging father (Grandpa Fred). We also spend as much time as we possibly can these days with my dad (Grandpa Don), who has inoperable Stage 4 Lymphoma. It's challenging to say the least, and our emotional roller coaster just took an upside-down turn when Grandpa Fred had a minor stroke last week.
I've always found the term "Sandwich Generation" rather funny, though. I'm the Peanut Butter Sandwich - mushy and clingy, especially since I've always been a big-time Daddy's Girl. My husband is the Corned Beef Reuben - a tough (toasted if you will!) exterior, and unmistakably strong.
I wish I could be a Corned Beef Reuben - just for a day. They might not be healthy for you to eat, but they sure get off the roller coaster unshaken. Any tips on becoming one?
Grandpa Don in his truck with A.J. (top) and Grandpa Fred holding Alec as a newborn (below).

