Thanks girls, I have stopped crying but I well up at the slightest thing. Y'know, its just the combination of too much to do, too little time, Christmas, counselling 'ishoos' (hate that term) and DP's work.
He's still building his consultancy.......we just didn't expect the rug to be pulled from under us with the whole credit crunch crap. He went from having tons of works to it almost drying up. We have our new house and work begins on it on Monday......no market to sell current place, so we'll try to rent it out......can't rent til we move out....... can't move out til March.
And my counselling 'ishoos' are just not so easy to deal with. I've hit a glass ceiling. Meant to go back on Tuesday but DP just had a call asking him to go to Birmingham so.........
And next week is chocablock with the kids things- nativity stuff and concerts, carol concerts, the list is endless. I'm still sorting costumes. Have a craft thing to go to with DD1 tomorrow and a friend from school and her lovely mum. Its a great thing to do but I'm so on edge I can't really relax.
Haven't done much Christmas shopping none and everyone in my family is ignoring the Christmas Day problem because I know they all want to come to my house.
Today, everything went wrong. The midas touch in reverse. DP and me fell out last night and it spilled into today. A man working at our new house did something un-fixable to the alarm and we had to get an engineer to come from Glasgow to fix it (£75), I got a parking ticket on the school run (£60 or £30 if you pay now) because the kids were talking sooooo much that I totally forgot to spend 20p on a meter ticket. The woman at the post office told me my parcel to Oz would cost £54. But if I went home and repackaged it into two parcels it would be about £20 (I went home and reparcelled it in between crying in the car and smiling at the alarm man). Couldn't let the alarm man in because the man who had arsed the alarm had taken the keys away with him.......
Then, the postie came. He brought with him a letter saying our bank accounts were about to be frozen. Our new house has council tax to be paid and we have been trying to get a bill issued to us since June. We have been TRYING to pay and have had numerous letters and phonecalls to sort it. Somehow, one arm doesn't know what the other is doing because we ended up with this hideous letter. Tried to call to stop the proceedings but............yup...........no bugger ever answers the phone!!!!!!!!! I dashed off to fill the car with petrol and get cash from the bank in case they were frozen but eventually DP got through and tore strips off the man at the other end. Guess what? They are going to try and fix it all AGAIN and issue us with a bill. How can we pay if we don't know how much to pay?
where did that all come from!!!!!