Last night I took her home. It was all I could think to do to help calm her. She was certain that she was not home.
She announced that she wanted to go to bed. It was a little early but not unprecedented.
Cheryl became agitated and upset at about 8:30 in the evening and wanted to go home. I tried pointing out to her that we are home. She was argumentative and inconsolable. She got her purse and rolled her pajamas under her arm. We got in the car and toured the small town we now live in.
Almost returned to our street I said, almost home. When we get there it will be just in time for your bedtime meds. She replied, good. I am tired and want to go to bed.
When I left her in the bedroom putting on pajamas to go read for a while, she told me, drive carefully on the way home. In her mind I lived somewhere else. I replied, I will.
We have done this before with some success so it is not totally unprecedented.
I was looking forward to a long and agitated sleepless night. Fortunately I was wrong that night.