I can so relate to that feeling of wishing for the easier days to 'hurry up and happen'! My M-i-L is in respite, too, and has been unhappy at times. The care home used the word 'inconsolable' which, of course, thumped me hard with the guilt stick. But she was much the same in her own home, and as a result would wander across a busy road, dodging the traffic, looking for someone or something on the other side to ease her unhappiness. I ask myself, is she better off unhappy and safe in the CH, or unhappy and unsafe in her own home?
I don't need to spell out the answer, but I do need to keep reminding myself that I did the right thing, and to take things one day at a time. That is easier said than done, of course!