I'm standing at the stove, cooking dinner. It's been a fun afternoon, followed by some really spectacular sundowning by him and an outstanding meltdown by me. Dealing with Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde can really take it out of a person, especially the day after daylight savings time starts. Everybody's body clock is off kilter, and it's a full moon. Just being "real."
"Where's your husband?" he asks while spreading his puzzle pieces in random fashion all over the kitchen table.
"He's here," I respond.
"You're my husband," I explain, perhaps a little bit more flatly than I intended.
"Oh. Okay," he says with as little enthusiasm as I've heard in a long time.