Janie, you need to have those "me" moments. Otherwise you can't be there for others. Self-care is needed in order for us to help take care of others. It's not selfishness, it's survival. And you know this, dear one. So make the post and absorb the comfort and love to be found here.
And on a totally different tack, my mom handed off my share of my grandmother's ashes to me Tuesday AM at our biweekly breakfast out together. I will scatter them in beautiful places that I know she loved or would have loved to visit. The first place will be on the island that is an osprey nesting sanctuary at the park I work at, once the ospreys leave for the year. And some will go to Popham Beach, where I once took her. She hated having her picture taken, but she was so absorbed in beachcombing and watching the breakers roll in that she never noticed me taking half a dozen photos of her. She was so cute in her little blue rubber boots and her rain jacket. And other places will call her name in time. In the meantime, her urn is on my kitchen windowsill, with the birds, wildlife, and wildflowers in full view.