We move house in 7 days. Nothing whatsoever has been packed, bar the trolly load of things me and my elderly DM took over the other day.
Sky, electricity company, liasing with previous and current landlord, informing schools and nursery etc has all fallen to me.
I've been running around like a blue arse fly buying what furniture we need and arranging delivery for that.
I've been sorting through all of our belongings and making a "for charity" load, before we go.
When we agreed to take the place on last week DP was quick to say let's not over exert ourselves and rush. The result was me doing everything that needed to be done, alone, because the clock was ticking.
Fast forward to today whilst I'm faced with a shit load of packing DP is arranging leisurely trips to the cinema with DC.
I'm a disabled person with a brain injury, AIBU to think he is taking the piss?