Leaving the beach yesterday with invites from friends to stay longer, I had to decline. The pull of home and what WB may be thinking about me being away were too strong. I had promised he and the girls only two days away and felt that he needed to be secure knowing that he should expect me back as planned.
It was amazing to me last night that within just a few hours of being here how quickly my nerves began to unravel. Calm, cool and a little sunburned upon arrival, then a ball of anxiety by the time I got him fed and ready for bed. Selfishly, I want to repack. Honestly, those two days probably bought me another month of endurance.
Today, the hardest decision I will make is what kind of padlock to put on the pantry. WB is trying to eat himself to death and today took snacks to the basement in an effort to hide from me. I want him to eat if he's hungry, but this has now gotten out of hand. Looks like another trip to the doctors office. Who knew this would become a problem? It certainly isn't in any Alzheimer's policy and procedure handbook I've come across.
A special thanks to my friends who think enough of me to make a effort to include me in their family vacation time. They know that I love the sea and our white sandy beaches. And I know, that they are my friends, forever, in low places.....