Mardy Crepeys

[SheherazadeSchadenfreude]

Done it...

Oh Hatty you'll enjoy HOC. I binge watched it during my hysterectomy recovery . Some moments of brilliance and Robin Wright is an honorary crepey bien sûr.( albeit an Arch Bitch)

Dad continues to make tiny improvements but is busting to get home . Very worried for mum having to potentially cope with him at home Still unable to walk / unsteady on his feet/ taking only shallow breaths.

He keeps talking about how he's planned to 'escape'

I have just received the latest incomprehensible note from school.
It is 23 paragraphs on important dates / bank holidays they are taking, and ones they're not, interspersed with URGENT YEAR 12 NOTICES and pleading for money.Why can they not just put all the info in Excel.
I need ORDER people.
Next time I have to give out my CV I am adding ' interpreting school notes ' under Special Abilities.

Cremo, that's surely a good sign that he's planning his escape
23 paragraphs We get texts - much easier! As long as they arrive in time

Crem, love the idea of the escaping DDad; bless him, he will have to take it easy, as will your DMum.

Obviously schools have given up on the sending home of scrappy notes which is what happened when my two were at school (and which you usually found at the wrong time). I do think, though, from what I have read on MN that the demands from schools are getting worse all the time. 23 paragraphs? What on earth are they actually saying?

Herbs, many commiserations and I hope version 2 flows easily.

Super heavy frost this morning and car registered -1.5 degrees on the way to the station.

Both older kids did a 'Young Driver' lesson yesterday, on top of a multi-storey car park. Fantastic, seeing about 10 kids with driving instructors going round and round, reverse parking, round cones and even down the ramps to the next level. Really recommend. About 11+ I think...

Very excited for Friday. Tickets booked, dh school run booked, hotel booked..

I have Ladyjogged and am embarking on admittedly short day as have to sing later...

My knees are hurting, even though I haven't ladyjogged for four weeks. What's that all about?

Spent yesterday afternoon picking litter and planting primulas at the park spring clean day. Despite publicising it on FB and via the email group, a grand total of two people turned up to help, other than the committee. Though rather sweetly lots of the local children pitched in to plant the flowers and bulbs.

My unhealthy weekend seems to have netted me three pounds of blubber. Great.

AND, yet more amazingly insensitive DP aunt action. Different aunt this time. She's a nurse, and announced that she's going to nurse FiL through his last weeks, sleep next to him, etc. 'No you're bloody well not,' said MiL. She wanted to stay, in their tiny house, with MiL sleeping on the settee.

She has been dissuaded, but is still hanging about, staying at various people's houses.

The MacMillan nurses had been curiously slow off the mark. Turns out, this mad aunt had phoned them, pretending to be MiL, and saying they weren't needed as she was going to be doing the nursing.

BARKING MAD.

OMG, Herbs, that's awful re the aunt - so totally wrong on all sorts of levels.

Will post shortly - Gc arriving.

Herbs what a shower of relatives your DP has!

He's beginning to rival MrsS and her DM!

So this morning was my monthly weigh in at the clinic - big disaster as I had put on 3 kg. Am quite disgusted with myself; this is not a good omen for the holiday.

I knew I was doing it, which is why I am so upset with myself.

Singing this afternoon after the children have left.

NUFC, these things happen. Don't be disgusted - that way misery and chocolate cake lie - but maybe use it as tool for pressing for physio so you can deal with the back (arguing that this way you could be more active)? I am personally despairing about a few recalcitrant pounds that REFUSE to budge, Ladyjogging notwithstanding...

Herbs. I am just, well, flabbergasted.

Herbs where do these people get off?

I have a really bad headache - had it since yesterday, it is annoying me now....

Tomorrow DDog has to have a lump cut out and tested (and I will be £350 poorer), then we have piano exam on Thursday, and I shall be dying for a drink (just the one) by Friday - train tickets purchased!

MiL and FiL both have large Irish families, so I suppose by the law of averages there's going to be a couple of fruitcakes, but this lot take 'being helpful' to psycho new levels.

Nurse Aunt looked after her husband as he died under similar circs, so no doubt there are unresolved issues all over the shop, but go and resolve them somewhere else you loon.

DP's poor sis. She's supporting her mum, looking after her dad, supporting her other sis, looking after her daughter, fending off mental relatives, co-ordinating dad's health, etc etc, AND starting a new job.

Herbs - FIL's relatives are trying to be helpful, albeit in a crashingly insensitive way.

It is so tricky knowing how to behave in such circumstances; plenty of people do the opposite, and dissociate entirely for fear of saying/doing the wrong thing. In fact, I suspect that's what I would probably do. Their hearts are in the right place (just not their sensitivity switches).

I am having dealings with someone who would give MrsS's BB a run for her money. Fortunately she is not my boss....

BD - just the one

Herbs - I think you are right about people resolving issues.Terminal illness brings out the ghouls, and I am afraid I think it is quite self serving behaviour, not sure their hearts are in the right place really. As a nurse she knows about consent and patient's wishes and so on, so cancelling the Macmillan nurses is really shocking. When my df was dying, we had to be pretty brutal (for example, to stop people ringing the hospital for news before we had been told). People can play with your emotions when you are very upset so I am glad your MIL made her feelings clear.

And NU, MI is quite right. Women beat themselves up about far too much, IMO, given the large numbers of other people and Daily Mail etc happy to do it for them.

In sort of S and B news, I have been experimenting with online clothes shopping - you will all be way ahead of me - but isn't it marvellous? No getting tangled up in changing rooms and having to take your boots off umpteen times. AM going to suggest to dd for the dreaded prom dress.

I know, cv. And this is what I try to tell DP when he's frothing at the mouth over the latest aunt gaffe. It's just relentless. The phone never stops ringing, there are people always dropping in, 'not wanting to put MiL out' but of course needing unexpected feeding. Mil and FiL have always been at the receiving end of the family's well-meaning if sometimes patronising or unwanted charity. Such as bags of tat 'we thought you might find useful' and have been too nice to tell them to shove it.

But. As you rightly say CV. It's better than the alternative.

lalsy, where have you been (re the online S&B)?!

DD has also discovered it and is quite getting into it. She bought a vintage 80's style jacket last night which will be huuuuuge on her, but she likes that style! She now wants some jeans which look identical to the ones I wore in the early 80's (but several sizes smaller!)

BTM, I know . I have seen the light now. I do like the idea of high streets, though, especially JL free cake, just not the reality of poor stock, crowds and queues for loos.

Herbs - a phone tree? People can really be of practical use then in passing any news/requests for help or whatever on, and close family only have to say things once and don't have to act as repository for others' unresolved emotions and issues. Unrelenting and exhausting.

Ooh yes - I can offer my services as a phone tree 'trunk'.

Though, from the latest missive it looks as though he hasn't got long. DP's sis thinks maybe days. DP is heading there tonight, and I'll follow in the morning with DS. I told DS just now that 'you know dadda hasn't been well, it looks like he's not going to get better. That he might die.'

disbelieving stare 'Don't worry mummy. I'll make him a get well soon card.'

Weep.

Herbs

Oh no, herbs

Awwww, Herbs