We have had a week from hell, and I guess I need to rant a little, so bear with me!
On Friday 25th May my great uncle died (no big shock, he was 93!) so I spent that weekend arranging flights and hotels for my dad to go to Glasgow for the funeral.
Took dad to the airport on Tuesday afternoon so he could be there for the funeral on wednesday and he flew home on Thursday morning. I phone dad on thursday morning to check all ok his end and that the flight is on time so I can leave to pick him up again, to be told his sister was due to arrive at his house in an hour or so.
My aunt and cousins live just outside Glasgow, and my Aunt has been in an abusive marriage for the last 19 years. Her husband is a complete waste of space, and anger management is something out of his capabilities.
Cue a little bit of caution on my side, because numerous times she had said she would leave him, but never wanted to upset and unsettle the children (now nearly 15 and 17) so I was thinking she was down for a break.
I pick dad up from the airport as planned, to be told she has packed her things, and the boys, and are all at dads house - this is for good. She is never going back to him. (He apparently had taken a hammer to the TV, Wardrobe etc on Tuesday night and said that if the boys hadnt been there, he would have taken it to her too)
So since thursday, we have had my dad, his sister and the boys lives all turned upside down. Of course, due to the "midnight escape" they had very little in the way of clothes etc, so I have spend most of the weekend clearing out mine and daves clothes, as well as hunting car boot sales and freecycle for anything and everything I can get my hands on to help them through, as well as offering a shoulder to cry on for my aunt, as I am the only "female adult" around for her at the moment.
Its all the practical stuff that needs sorted now, somewhere for them to live, selling the house in Scotland as it is half hers (well all hers because shes paid all the mortgage payments but his name is on the deeds) and getting the youngest son into a school as he is due to start year 11 in september.
I know its not my problem as such, but im barely sleeping (cant you tell) as I am just so concerened for them, and want to be able to help in any way I can, but to top it all of course, my little DD1 has got chicken pox, and needs her mummy!
I just feel like life is throwing so much shite at me right now, because its also dawning on me that ive got 9 weeks to find somewhere else to live, and in 9 weeks DH will be out of a job and we will be pennyless.
Hey ho, life goes on, but there you have it. My week from hell. Sorry if Ive bored anyone, and thank you if you managed to get this far. I know there is nothing anyone else can do, but it just helps to get it all out!