Mum went into the care home today same as step-father for a week's respite care. After months of feeling like being pulled through a hedge backwards dealing with mum's dementia on a daily basis I'm left now feeling like a child in a sweet shop, having so many delights to pick and choose from. So many things to do in a week, all my old interests to go back and pick up maybe again and don't know which one to start and concentrate first on ... my music with some serious playing on the piano again, all that reading to catch up hadn't in the last year, some digital photography never got into since had the camera, or some gardening, a love of mine. I am though filled wiith mixed emotions about the coming week ... happy to be free from caring for a week I've done nearly for two years, virtually 24/7 without a proper break, caring at one stage for both mum and step-father till he went into a care home July 2007, and yet apprehensive at the same time about mum coming home after a week's bliss away caring and coping with her dementia. Keith.