How do I cope with the constant packing of bags and waiting by the door for someone to pick her up?? Mil has lived with us for the last 10 years but almost every day she asks 'When am i going home?' or 'What time am I being picked up?' Or I think I'll be off home tomorrow' Today when I patiently told her for the 100th time that she lived here with us and she doesn't have another home anymore she called me a liar. When I asked her why I would lie to her she said because I've lied to her before! This really made me angry. I have been nothing but patient and understanding with her even when I feel like ringing a taxi for her!! I know it's the dementia talking and half an hour later she forgot all about it, but I can't! Please someone advise me - how do I remain calm? Is now the time to really start the little white lies??