Just that really. I've had a bad week, and I didn't want to take over the CC with whining about myself.
MIL has alzheimers, about to tip into the final stage. FIL has some health issues, mostly caused by refusal to look after himself. MIL has carers so he thinks he should be looked after as well, is refusing to walk and laps up the attention from the nice young ladies who are clearly only there because they like him. There is of course a golden balls BIL who comes when it suits him, for as long as it suits him, to do (publicly for praise) what he wants to do. There's an extended family who would love to repay all the favours MIL has done over the years but it's just not a good time. There's one aunt who is amazingly helpful and supportive (care background) but we try not to lean on her as she has her own life.
It transpired this week that FIL has stood down the recent increase in care for MIL because he would have to pay for it. Seems to be cash-poor somehow but the house is worth £600k+ and it must be saved, at all costs, for BIL to inherit. So no extra visits for MIL, and she hasn't been getting fed after 12 noon when meals on wheels comes. FIL has a carrier bag beside his armchair (sainsbury's weekly delivery)- found after a urine mopping session when he refused to be recatheterised- stuffed with biscuits, hot cross buns etc that he's happily munching on all afternoon/evening while MIL gets nothing (waste of money she doesn't know if she's hungry anyway).
I really, really lost it at DH and he went over and read FIL the riot act, in short that if he didn't reinstate the 3rd visit and feed MIL a dinner then we would be calling SS to report abuse. He's reinstated it, then cancelled it, got bollocked again, and it's reinstated as far as we can tell (we live next door). My response is to take a dinner over for MIL- he clearly doesn't need it because 'we don't get hungry in the evening'.
I am raging. I am beside myself and I just can't calm down. I hate everything and everyone. BIL won't force extra care if it's not what FIL wants because knows best, and he doesn't actually give two hoots about either of them. FIL's lifeline goes off maybe 3 times a night (every sodding night) but he doesn't know why despite being told to put it on the bedside table. He calls DH a minimum of 4 times a day because he's weed on the floor, or dropped poo on the floor and 'you need to come and clean it now'.
I work in project management, it's bad time at the moment and I am really struggling to not just tell everyone to f- off and that I don't care. My boy just moved away to uni and it's a lovely thing but I miss him. I just feel angry and empty. I don't want to take time off work because I'm worried that if I stop I won't be able to start again. Part of me wants MIL to go into a home because she would be looked after better than we can manage, but she loves pottering in her garden and feeding the birds. She deserves better than living with FIL who is intent on being a swamp pig who revels in having us all clean his filth. I just don't know what to do and I feel like I am breaking.
I'm sorry, I know we're all in the same boat. God forbid you say any of this IRL, we're all supposed to be honoured to mop wee all day.