It has been 3 months since Social Worker raised the topic of respite care for DH and subsequently arranged 3 days/nights at the LA run care facility. When she asked what I would do with my break I immediately said I would go to Dublin as both my sister and I have always wanted to make the trip but neither of our DHs was interested. Sister was delighted and immediately started to make plans and bookings.
BIg Mistake - with hindsight I should have chosen a short break somewhere nearby or simply stayed at home for a rest. I only discovered a couple of weeks ago that DH is not expected to arrive until 3pm whereas I depart for the airport at 8am, similarly I will get home at 6.30 PM while he leaves the care home at 11am. Too late to change my flights and may well be delayed if this weather continues.
DDs will do the delivery and collect runs and entertain their Dad till I arrive back which means that both SILs will have to do the school runs. I had to get my passport renewed, a complicated process especially when you have to turn the house upside down to find the old one (tho' when I did find it there was 100+ Euros tucked in side 
). The care home required DH's medication in brand new unopened packs but the surgery would not sign the prescription because his repeat prescription is not due
for another couple of weeks - pharmacist sorted that out but I only got them yesterday. Since New Year we have had a week of no phone/internet and been snowed in 3 different days. Both DDs and the DGC have had the flu so been keeping well away from us.
Meanwhile DH has been asking incessantly about the details _ How will he get there? what will happen with our car? How will he pay at the B&B? Will he have his own room? Can he come home if he doesn't like it? will he be locked in. All answers given and written on his note pad but still asked 20/30 times a day.
He is convinced I am leaving him and off to Dublin to find a handsome young Irishman (I wish!) I've pointed out to him that as he will be surrounded by mainly female residents and staff he is much more likely to get a 'click' than I am.
I am sure he will be OK when he gets there. As for myself, I am worn out, exhausted and worried sick that something will go wrong. Some respite Eh!
Good Morning Tuesday 23rd April St Georges Day
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
