My father died on Thursday after a long illness and I seem to have turned into a monster..
Friday was spent calling all of Dad's family and friends to let them know; its slightly complicated in that Dad died in a different location to where the funeral will be. DH has been amazing and is able to carry on all of 'normal life' without blinking; people are ignoring the impact on him pretty much, and DD (who didn't have much of a relationship with my dad - for most of her life he has had an aggressive type of dementia and she didn't know the 'real' him) seems to be content to vegetate on the sofa watching TV all day.
I have to wait until Monday to find out where the death certificate is and to go across country to register the death which I'm not relishing.
And as a result - I hope - of all of this, I have turned from a reasonable person (ish) into a snappy harridan. I've really tried to be kind to people, remind myself that DD is also (maybe - though she doesn't show it) grieving and give her a break, but I've yelled at her twice today for being lazy, commented on her weight (which is in the Never Do This list), shrieked at DH, and generally feel like some sort of doppelganger has taken over.
I really hate this so much and I know I must be impossible to live with right now. Short of giving myself a slap and telling myself to snap the hell out of it (keep doing that - it doesn't work) - what on earth can I do?