My last day was a lazy day intermittently speckled with moments of preparing our home for Hubby's return.
BIL and I made the run to the grocery store and got ourselves some supper.
I turned in fairly early.
All in all it was a nice quiet day.
I'm so happy I surrendered my fears of Hubby's care and took advantage of the respite.
The time away had refreshed me and I was able to put that calm to work right away.
As soon as I arrived to get Hubby he was seated in the day room. I entered and was greeted by looks and smiles and even told by one of the residence to "Come on in!"
Hubby was sitting at a table with his back to me and I walked up beside him. He turned to look at me and I smiled and said hello.
He scowled at me.
I spoke again and continued talking about being ready to go home and gathering his belongings.
He eased up on the grumpy face.
Our ride home was silent until he suggested we get lunch. We did.
We made it home and he is now settled in his own bed.
The evening has been mild, the word exchanges have been few but gentle.
It's good to have him back home.
I was greeted by an unwelcomed phone message when I returned though.
Apparently Hubby's Care Plan with the Home health Agency has expired and the V.A. never renewed.
In best Pooh voice...Oh Bother
I've played this song and dance with the V.A. before.
I actually thought I had one more week before expiration, or at least MY calendar said I did so I just have to jump through the hoops to get it reinstated. Let us all collectively pray that it wont be weeks again before they do it.
Not to end on a sour note, I am ever grateful to have the service we do receive.
Especially the respite :)