Dad's made a comeback ...

Yesterday Dad was transferred back to the twilight zone aka nursing home ... but sent me into crackup mode when he "lost" his watch.

In the over thirty degree temperature with a nasty hot wind blowing I traipsed to buy him a watch.

Dad believes the more you pay the better it is - so I selected a $99 Citizen watch ...

As I returned, hot and bothered, at the nursing home gate I got a call to say the watch had been found ... in his bed.

I was livid ... yet another a useless excursion ... I was so over it!

As I stood beside his bed listening as he critised the watch. I cried like a big girl and through my tears I proclaimed "I can't do this anymore, you're a full time job, nothing I do is right or ever enough, I get no thanks from you" ... I flounced into the bathroom blubbing with the image of his eyes like saucers, at my performance, in my brain!

Did it shake him back to reality ... who knows ...

They did a mini psyche geriatric test on him before leaving the hospital ...

Dad scored 15/30 ... so does that mean he's only there half the time ?

We arrive as babies, why do so many people leave as them too?

Dad has a watch on each arm ...

I'm having a rest day today no visit till tomorrow ...

I'm tired, fed up and want my life back ... situation normal ...

Please don't let me do this to my girls ...