One week ago we were moving house tomorrow, Dp had the weekend off, his parents were coming down for the weekend to help, his friend was also coming to help, as was his brother and his girlfriend. Lovely, loads of people. The van was booked, the appointment to pick up the keys for the same time, 9 am. One of us would go and get the keys, one would help FIL get the van.
Now, Dp's friend can't make it. His brother is out on the piss last night, and bearing in mind he was too hungover to help DP who was moving us on his own when I was 8 months pregnant, I don't hold much hope for him making it tomorrow either. Dp has to get up for work at 5 am on Sunday.
And, his F*cking parents. We thought, seeing as they haven't seen our six month old since he was four weeks old they would be making a weekend of it. Wrong. They are traveling up now to go straight to the hotel, where they are just staying for tonight. They will go home tomorrow afternoon. All our plans have been put out completely, they think it is too early for them, so Dp is going to have to get the bus to the letting agent's (over half an hour away). I'm going to have to try and get hold of the van man to tell him we can't make the appointment. We also have nowhere to park the car, we could have left it in the van place, but it closes at lunchtime. The original plan was that we would return the van on the sunday. Obviously with them going home on saturday afternoon, that can't happen. We have to drop it somewhere nearby for them to pick up on sunday and hope no damage occurs, otherwise it's goodbye deposit. I'm crying, everything seemed to be going so well. why is everything so fucked up so quickly?