Don't really know where to begin.
DH will be getting home tonight to find his parents visiting him to tell him his mum has lung cancer. He is currently living in London Mon-Fri for work while I relocated to Devon with the children recently. His parents live about an hour or so away from London. I hate that I won't be there for him tonight even thought we've been through a rough few months.
The London house (owned by my mum) was put up for sale recently and now the completion date is tomorrow. DH has till Sunday to get the property empty. He had to take today and tomorrow off work as unpaid leave which we can't afford in order to clear the property. He has no one there to help him. My mum was supposed to have everything organised but didn't realise how quickly the house would sell.
My mum decided to relocate with us and found herself a full time job which meant she had to drop everything in London and move here to start work. I'm sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room. I more or less single handedly look after the four DCs (5, 3 and 15mth DTs) and baby 5 was due yesterday but thankfully no sign of coming out just yet as I just don't have the energy to cope with anything else.
I wasn't allowed to bring my cats to the new house so my aunt has taken them to her house. She can barely afford to keep herself so would have been kinder all round to give them to a rehoming centre. Instead I have to keep hearing how everyone is putting themselves out for me. "Oh xxx has no money because she has to pay for all pixi's cats" and from my mum "oh I need to go to London but what to do, I can't just leave pixi on her own right now so I'm stuck here"...
Just feel like there's so much pressure from every angle I can barely breathe. Yet I know that there are other people worse off then me and feel even worse for feeling so sorry for myself and DH.
Oh and I have a stinking cold which is not helping my mood or spirits.