Aha. So this is our permanent home. sits in armchair with loud 'oof'
Somewhat trying Christmas. Good fun on the surface - xmas day with my parents, DP, DS, and some of parents' friends, then boxing day sis and brood joined us - but lots of sadness too. My dad, whom I used to worship, is really suffering badly with alzheimers, and getting quite shouty with frustration. My mum, who has always been the more go-getting, is being driven mad, and is in lots of pain herself from a shoulder that's being replaced in January.
I kept getting really cross with my dad, and wondering why I was quite so angry. Then when I got home of course realised I was angry with him for not being dad any more, and that I missed him, and cried for about three hours solid. I found myself wishing he'd get ill and die of something physical, rather than just fading away. Then of course felt awful.
So, there. Another crepey confession.