You know, it doesn't rain, it bloody floods here... I can't wait for my dad to go home. I'm not a very patient host. I'm currently having to do absolutley everything. DP has flu. Ds1 is ill. This afternoon after running about all morning my dad asks what is for lunch. It's 1.30pm and I haven't had a shower. I need a shower as my hair is stuck to my head, and I have to get ds1 from school at 3. So Oscar is crying, my dad sat on his iPad ignoring him as I'm making his fucking bacon butty. Dp doing the dying duck on the sofa. I honestly wanted to scream at them both. But instead I settled for screaming in my head 'you cunting bastards' and smiled through it...
So tonight after a very long day of doing everything for 2 grown men, and 2 little ones, I go in the kitchen to make up Oscars feeds. There is no hot water. 1 hour later, my dad has been unable to suss the problem on the boiler, which is showing a fault code (bearing in mind this fucking boiler is 1 year old, which replaced the previous 4 year old boiler that spent 18 months of it's life not working....) I did actually cry. I lived with no heating and no hot water for so long, and replacing the boiler I thought my problems were over. Anyway, just call me Detectives heating engineers ltd. I fixed it. My dad was baffled how I sorted it and he could not.
All the while DP was in bed. I put Oscar in the basket to self settle. He started screaming. My head was under the boiler which is underthe stairs, and is practically on the floor, so am contorted in to a very strange and wonderful position. Oscar is right next to DP. I can clearly hear the screams. DP does not. I scream up the stairs to wake him to sort the baby.
I just thank god that I know you ladies will understand! Fucking fucking men. Good job you lot have a few useless buggers among you! I feel less alone! One day I will make a list of DPs good points...! He is getting better though. But he still has a way to go!
On the plus side, my dad paid for the temporary repair to my car. He also discussed his will with me. And gave me an idea of figures. He talked about all eventualities. He tells me I do not need to pay in to a pension unless I want to retire before 60. He tells me I do not need to worry about paying off my mortgage. I know he had a lot of money. And I know he will be using a lot of it on fucking business class flights to Australia but I am [shocked] at what will still be left for me one day. Very shocked. But it has pushed me to make a plan, tomorrow before he leaves, I will ask him if he would consider gifting me an amount to allow me to take the full 9 months off with Oscar that I would have wanted to take. Or a lesser amount to allow me to work part time for a few months instead if he feels that is too much. I don't see why I shouldn't ask. I don't want to ask. But I would regret not doing so. What do you ladies think?
I need to catch up properly on here, phone posting is a pain in the ass. Will attempt laptop use tomorrow!