Dicey here. I actually did volunteer, kinda. DH's sister is schizophrenic and not on her meds. She is conniving and smart. She knows how to work the system and is a total mooch. She is not welcome to visit (she actually doesn't know where we live), which is fucking sad, but a must for our sanity and her mother's safety. DH's brother is retired, but he wouldn't have the first clue how to manage his mom's care. He does handle her finances. All I can do is cross my fingers and hope that everything is fine on that front. He will pitch in and help if we are desperate. Average? 3-5 days per year. And yes, he does live nearby and he's her favorite, which MIL makes blatantly clear.
I hated my job, and really was ready to pull the trigger. One little old lady who can't remember If she's had breakfast is a lot easier than dealing with 100 customers in a cutthroat business with a mill that had no clue how to treat their customers decently, so there's that.
What I didn't expect is to be five years in, with no end in sight. She hasn't had so much as a sniffle in all this time. She's getting worse, but it is so gradual, it's pretty hard to tell. I am grateful for the resources I have, but honestly, I am getting tired of this shit, which is totally not her fault.
We are working on getting her into a daycare program - correction, I am working on getting her into a program, which hopefully will save my sanity.
That's probably TMI and I don't know if any actual questions were answered, but it always feels helpful to vent here, so thanks!