It is going to happen. And it stinks.
IT is Sundowning.
So many emotions to absorb:
The suspicion: Mom walking over to Dad, “Who is that sitting in the chair?” (Me)
The irritability: When Mom is unable to hear the conversation, “Nevermind! I’ll go inside. I just need to go home.”
The agitation: Mom asking Dad, “When will I be able to go home?” Dad stays calm and cool.
The fear: “Where am I? I want to go home.”
The hunger: Feed them what they love…Mom eats a lot of pancakes…even at 2:00 a.m.
The skepticism: “You are not my daughter…”
The craved control: Mom says. “I’ll sit here.” I walk away, and she is rocking in her chair, singing “You Are My Sunshine” and “Las Mañanitas” on repeat. (THANK YOU TO EVERY SONG THAT HELPS MOM AND DAD GET THROUGH EACH DAY.)
The other side: Sundowning can last so much longer than the actual sunset.
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