2020 has been shite. My dad died, my mum died, MIL is dying, work is hell, dhs work is insanely busy and stressful, obv homeschooling ds while both working long ft hours at home.
And we had booked a week camping from today to destress. Halfway through packing and dh goes upstairs to do an email. Sits down and his knee goes crack and he can't move it, can't stand, is in screaming (actually crying properly) with the pain.
So now, instead of being at our fave campsite, he's in A&E after an ambulance trip, and I'm at home. I am worried about what has happened to him, but tbh this feels like the straw that has broken the camels back