Morning all. Had a chance to catch up on some of the posts. On going sympathy to all of you. Everything seems such a struggle for everyone & it seems like for every two steps forward, there is one step back. Anyway, here is to the small victories -
. These are for the long, frustrating days & struggley bits - 
I am so angry. Not entirely sure why, but I am.
Dad is very, very unwell. He has pneumonia in his right lung, either a kidney or a urine infection and septicaemia. He was also horribly dehydrated and has some degree of renal failure. He has been mostly delirious since Monday, but at last the nuclear strength ABs that he is getting via IV drip seem to be kicking in and he is starting to improve. The hospital he is in is like a freaking inferno - which can't be helping.
My Mum is a nightmare - veering from pathetic and tearful to spiteful and controlling. I am finding her very difficult. I can feel 35 years of dislike and resentment bubbling up to the surface. I feel bad about this, as it is obviously a very tough time for her - but by the end of yesterday, I was not wishing pleasant things for her.
The immediate future holds the on going decline of my Dad. It is very unlikely he'll still be here this time next year, possibly not Christmas. He is going to be in hospital for at least two weeks, probably longer. When the hospital are ready to discharge him, there is a strong possibility that he will not be well enough to go home, so it may well be that he will have to go into a nursing home. My mother is alone in this ridiculous, isolated house - so we will have to spend every moment we are not working & looking after children, helping her to stay there in the short term.
She has now agreed that when Dad dies, she would like to move into the local village - which I guess is small progress. Guess who will have to sort out the crumbling farm???????????????????????????????? With the broken cars, broken boat (not to mention the boat that is being kept at a boat yard somewhere), broken farm machinery, 2 barns of other dead relatives furniture, a huge full length loft that is so full of crap, it could fill another house. Why didn't they do like all their friends did and move to something more manageable? Why? Why? Why?
Sorry, I am seething & needed to get it out.