OK, I'll probably regret posting, but will burst if I don't offload. RANT ALERT:
I feel so bloody put upon. And I hate feeling like a martyr or victim, but can't see a way out of being totally bloody dumped on.
So -
I live in Switzerland, and was very happy here. DH has itchy feet and wanted new job, did to be fair, tr< to find one here, unsiccessfully, eventually got one in Milan. I didn't want to move, so refused. Found living in different countries very hard, so reluctantly eventually agreed. In the meantime, I am pregnant, so I then say I'll come after the baby, so start of August.
Now dh's job has taken him to Munich, which is a huge improvement on Milan, and he has found a new house, which I've not yet seen.
As he now has the house we've decided at the last mnute to move before the birth, so in just 4 weeks time.
So while dh is in Munich, going to restaurants for lunch, going to the pub on a evening to watch the football 'because he's bored' , in the last 3 days I've had to
- be up til midnight every night trying to get organised for the move
- I'm trying to look after our 3 sons, including reassuring them how great the move is
- organising new school & Kindergarten for the boys
- organising new ante natal care for me in Munich
- organising everything here, like getting doctors' notes, getting the car repairs & services up to date ready for sale, de-registering the kids from school etc etc etc etc etc
- getting people in to do quotes for decorating, removals, estate agents etc etc
- decluttering house & making it look as good as possible for viewing (our 1 and only!) for potential house sale
- packing for weekend in Munich (leaving tonight, can't leave early due to viewing)
- loading up car, including 2 bikes on back
- driving (in Friday night rush hour) 4 hours (if no traffic problems) from Zurich to Munich,
when I'm now totally pissed off, exhausted and 28 weeks pregnant.
I know he is there not here, so it's not so much his fault, and when I get to Munich I will put him to work, but essentially we're moving because of him, yet, as usual, I end up doing by far the lion's share. I spent most of yesterday working endlessly through tears of anger and frustration at the unfairness of it all. And I also feel really pissed off htat there is no bady willing or able to help me. When my sister moved, my mum helped her, and she was only going 5 minutes up the road, with 1 baby, when my sil moved, she was pg and had streams of people fussing over her, rushing to help. Here's me, basically a single mum with 3 kids and 28 weeks pg and I'm left to do every bloody thing on my own.
God I could rant all day. Except I need to get back on with my jobs.