At my wits end
At My Wits End I can hear my mother now, “I’m at my wits end with you!” She is so exasperated that one more stupid move on my part and that will be it. But what does that mean? I have friends who have spouses with cancer. Friends who are in difficult marriages. I know there are people who are suffering from a physical illness or have children that are driving them to the edge of sanity. They are at their ‘wits end’ or are they? What I mean is that I’m wondering if we humans are more remarkable than we give ourselves credit for. The WWII generation was known for their resilience and their ability to handle life’s difficulties. Husbands were gone for years with little or no communication. Children were raised wondering if they would ever see their fathers again. Recycling was a necessary habit, penny pinching had a meaning of which we know nothing about. ‘Doing without’ meant not finding particular foods a