To be fed up sitting in a hotel on my own, 200 miles from home, because DD is in hospital and having an operation tomorrow?

[Downnotout]

ok, I'm fed up. I've had enough of going into restaurants and saying "table for one, please" of sitting alone in my room (currently in deserted hotel bar). I've walked round this beautiful city, seen the roman stuff, art galleries, tourist traps etc. Till my feet hurt.
Nothing left to see/do.

DD1 has been in hospital and is having surgery tomorrow. I've driven here to be with her and left the DH and other child at home. (DD1 in first term uni here)

So apart from 2 visits to the hospital a day and having done the sightseeing I have plenty of time to think. And that's not good. DH is not usually involved in day to day childcare, school run, activities. Love him to bits but he's rubbish at all that stuff so I feel guilty even being here. Yes I know it's his children too but all that stuff Is MY JOB.

Also, am worried about DD1. She is having surgery tomorrow and am trying to support her, whilst fending off calls from DD2 ( I need help with my homework/where is my sports kit/someone bit me at school) and from DH ( what time does she start school/what time do I pick her up/ what does she need on Thursday.)

Anyone else feel torn to bit by their family? Is this normal? Is it ok to be thinking "what about me? " could do with some support. :(

Feeling much more positive today. DDs op was a success and she's looking much brighter already.

DH is coping at home with DD2 and hasn't managed to send her out in an inappropriate outfit/ forgotten to feed her/ the cats/ the dogs yet.

I may chance it at Pizza Express on my own tonight. And have a or two seeing that everyone is coping just fine and things are looking up!

Thank you all again for cheering me up no end last night. X

So glad it's gone well - enjoy that wine!

I remember DD (4 at the time) being in GOSH over New Year. DH was at home with DS, both of them planning to go to the NYE party DD and I were missing. They turned all the lights down low in the ward at about 8pm and switched the TVs off. I had bought myself an expensive (but vile) ready-meal and small (why?????) bottle of wine, but managed to nuke it in the unfamiliar parents' room microwave, so had nothing to eat. I then got lost in the deserted bowels of the hospital trying to find the parents' accommodation, and once I found my room, it was freezing cold, noisy from a nearby pub, no TV and I lived in fear of some stranger unlocking the door and coming in, as the rooms were meant to be shared and they couldn't guarantee noone turning up late! I decided to call DH to cry for some moral support but was met with drunken warbling and sounds of hilarity in the background.

downnotout, I feel your pain!

clam I can't believe the staff on duty weren't a bit more festive with you on NYE. Surely given that they were having to work, they could have jollied things along a bit while they were there? (assuming people weren't going into cardiac arrest and so on, of course).

Downnotoutglad the op has gone well and everyone's coping ok. Enjoy your pizza and !

Wonderful!