I should be so grateful because I got away for a 2 night respite. However, reality is not nice. I don't want to be here. I want to be back on the beach reading a book and enjoying my g-kids. I long for the freedom to do what I want when I want. Anyone else feel this way?? hugs, mya
When I went to Washington DC in May to the Alzheimer's Public Policy Forum, I flew alone; I stayed in a hotel room alone; and one night, I actually went out to dinner alone. 5 years ago, I would have been horrified at the thought of doing that, but this time, I have to say, I enjoyed it. I only had to think about me for 4 days, and it was a wonderful respite.
I'm not saying I would want to do it all of the time, or that I would not want to travel with my husband another time, but at the time, it was what I needed, and I loved it.
Mya, I haven't done it yet, but yes, it would be wonderful.
I have had ONE HOUR of true respite. Two of my husband's friends took him out to lunch one day, and for one hour I could go anywhere and do anything without worrying. I went and ate pizza. He hates pizza, and I love it. And I suddenly realized just how different it was from just leaving him home and me going somewhere on my own.
I can't imagine what a whole weekend would be like.