Back story; nanny helping out a family that had a serious mental health crisis around Xmas, father of family has cancer, mother had severe depressive episode, children are just about school age twins.
Things have gotten better for the most part, I'm still living with them on a part time basis and put them to bed around half of the time. Social services were involved and happy with the steps being taken.
Twins dad (TD) has finished chemo now and is working from home most days. He made a lot of talk about stepping up and parenting his children but I've seen almost no evidence of it, plus I think he's resentful of my constant presence in the house. He walks in on me when I'm sleeping and keeps putting my stuff away where I can't find it, and I think he uses my bed during the day when I'm not there. A single child's bed in a house with two doubles and three sofas. I wouldn't have to be here so often if he would raise his own children.
Last night is my main beef. I finished my day job with another family around 6 and went back there, about ten minutes after I got in we find out that Twins mum (TM) elderly father has had an episode of some sort so we all pile into the car to find out what's happened. Kids want to go with mummy, I go to keep them occupied, TD asks why he has to go.
Elderly father is taken to hospital, TD the kids and myself go home and it's getting near bedtime so I get them sorted and down for the night. About 9pm I finally get to have dinner and a shower. Then i go to my room to internet for a while.
Around 11pm I hear crying. I'm in the attic and the twins room is under and to the far side of that, the sound doesn't carry and the only reason i heard anything was because i heard girl twin slam a door. TDs room is right beside hers. She had diarrhea and couldn't clean herself up. So I got her sorted and back to bed.
An hour later, i hear her brother crying. He was crying for a while before i heard him, i think. He wears a pull up at night and had diarrhea too, and was very distressed. I had to wipe him from the tummy down and he was crying the whole time. You would have to be profoundly deaf not to hear him and as it happens, I am quite hard of hearing and i still heard all this.
I stayed with boy twin in his bed until TM got home at around 1am, and was back up at 6am. I'm so tired today I put Netflix on for the other kids at work so i could sit in peace for a while and i feel terrible about that.
Thanks for reading 
