Sunday dinner II

Yesterday I went over to pick mom and dad up for dinner at our place. I walked in the front door, and into an argurment, or the tail-end of one. Not really sure what actually happened. As I came in, mom was coming out of the bathroom saying, " Well all you have to do is tell me!" I saw dad go into the bathroom mumbling, "alright", then closed the door. Mom saw me, broke down and started crying. I gave her a hug. She said she didn't know if she could keep doing this. According to her,  dad was yelling at her, and she couldn't tell want he wanted. Finally, she figured out he needed to use the bathroom, and she was in there getting ready. I'm not sure if he was yelling or not. I didn't hear any yelling. My kids tell me I yell, when I talk "firmly" to them. Maybe thats the case.
When dad came out of the bathroom, I could tell he was not with it. He just stood there with his head bent down, almost sulking. He didn't say anything. I said, "C'mon dad, lets go over my house and you can eat". No response. I told mom to just let me handle him today, and she said okay. She was mad. Got his coat and stocking cap on, and got him in the car, without him saying one word. And thats how he was during the ride to our place. Deb had dinner ready when we got there, so I just sat dad right down at the table. He sat there slumped over, just like a little kid would if he was mad. I had to actually go and put the fork into his hand to get him eating. Mom tried interjecting a few words here and there, but I told her to stop and just let me handle it. She did. Dad ate very well. Big plate of lasagna, texas toast, and salad. Afterwards, he went and slept on the couch, under a blanket for 2 hrs before I took them home around 6. Matter of fact, mom slept just as much as he did. Deb told me later, that when we came into the house, mom told her, "I can't deal with him today. He's all Eric's". I guess he didn't go to bed saturday night until after 11 pm, and he was up a few times. So, mom didn't get any sleep either. Thats a bad combination. He was a little more talkative on the way home, but not much. When I got them back home, dad said he was freezing, so I got him under a blanket, and cranked the heater. He asked me how fast I drove on the way home. I told him the I did about 70 mph. He then started crying and said, "Thats what I thought." Then he was fine. ??????? Don't have any idea what triggered the tears. Called mom later on about 9:30, and he was still in the same place, asleep. Called her this morning about 9:30, and she said that he went to bed between 10:30 and 11, but he slept all night. He was grumpy and yelling today though.
I'm not sure about all this "yelling" that mom says happens. I am sure, it's different when its just the two of them. I wish I could be a fly on the wall. Maybe one night, I'll go up there and just sit outside and spy. I don't know. Celia and I talked last night. As she mentioned, we'll get an assessment right after the holidays. A decision has to be made soon, for both mom and dad. After going on the tour saturday, I have mixed emotions. Like Celia said, it's very overwhelming. And, I have trouble seeing dad in there. Very hard to think about.