- Apr 4, 2018
The last 2 days have been a sundowning nightmare, culminating last night in my OH trying to give the dog more food at 10pm, and saying that he hadn’t eaten either. As I was washing said dinner dishes at the time, I just lost it and threw them on the floor, followed by a glass. Of course then I had to clean it all up, and he actually calmed down a bit. This morning I feel down and disappointed with myself, but I’m not going to beat myself up. This dementia certainly takes its toll of even the calmest of people. Normally I walk away, and I am not a shouty woman, but last night I just snapped. I’m mad with me because those plates were Denby and were 27yrs old. Please tell me I’m not alone in doing this.