There was a blink of watery sun when we got back with the shopping so I took the opportunity to put all the Christmas things into the shed - another job ticked off. This created space in the back bedroom so I stacked the boxes of photos in there - Job 3 done. Put away the shopping, made the tea and then foolishly decided to search for missing passport, which I moved from the mantelpiece and put in a safe place when the sweep was coming before Christmas.
Big mistake! DH wanted to help which led to endless questions as to why I wanted my Passport. He had of course totally forgotten that he is booked into a care home for 3 nights for 'respite', as a trial run to see how he copes and familiarise him with the facility and staff, in case he has to be taken there in an emergency e.g. if I was ill or had an accident. This has been planned for 3 months and we have visited the home, been shown round, met the staff and had a visit to our home to find out all his likes, dislikes and regular routine, but, 'of course' he has forgotten all this and accused me of intending to dump him there while I run off with my widowed sister chasing men. We are in fact going on a short break to Dublin as we have Irish blood and have never been 'across the sea to Ireland' as our DH's had no interest in going there.
He went on & on about the cost, how all his loved ones would be 100's of miles away, (Both DDs will visit him and the care home is across the Park from DD2's house) Dublin is a dangerous place, our house will be empty and someone will steal the car, in short, he will not go into respite and I'll have to stay at home.
Eventually I totally lost it, locked myself in the bathroom and was 'roaring and greeting'. Strangely, I felt much better afterwards, apologised for upsetting him, calmed him down, told him it was not his fault, opened the drawer which I had already searched and found the passport. Job 4 done. Within a quarter of an hour he had forgotten the shenanigans and was calmly talking about what clothes to pack for him for his 'wee holiday'. Phew.
2.5 weeks until the respite break, I wonder how many more times we will go through this?
On a brighter note, The first, backdated payment of his Attendance Allowance, which I have been chasing up for months, arrived in the bank account today. So that's 5 things ticked off from the To Do List today.