Well got some good news for the bizarrites, my mum's house looks like it has finally sold.
I sent a very blunt email (capital letters what the hell is going on its ridiculous type) to chocolate teapot bro last Friday and lo and behold got an email yesterday (asked for an update by Monday - knew he wouldn't update by deadline) to say almost there, last minute price negotiation (I expected this as stamp duty change affects buyer). Email this morning to advise exchange is today and completion date 7th June.
I should feel jumping up and down happy but don't. pi**ed off as I am ill and not able to cycle, didn't cycle last Friday as had row with OH and didn't sleep, which may have made me ill now. Row with OH was because I haven't got on top of paperwork, ours or mum's. Mum's is behind as I had to deal with stuff for house etc that brother should have done, ours is behind because I've dealt with mum's stuff, and it was behind anyway for other 'emotional' reasons.
It is also the sale of my childhood home, which going back to stirred up a lot of negative misery from childhood due to mum's hoarding/inability to have house in a fit state to have friends round/old parents not being in touch with the 80s (I went to uni knowing I was never going back home).
Also back to feeling so cross with brother for deciding he was too injured to clear house in 2014 (but could race - I didn't race as I was clearing house), telling ward sister mum 'only had some memory problems' which I'm convinced led to her inappropriate discharge from hospital in Jan 15 and wrote off another 2 or 3 months of my life sorting the mess out, and just being a lazy non communicating **** over the house sale. OH says I am like an elephant that never forgets going on about the past.
Feel like I'm having my own pity party, not commented on this thread much this week either as not felt up to it.
Dau had a terrible race on Sun, she has ongoing back and fatigue issues from winter virus, and has requested she doesn't race or 'train' for next month. She will still ride her bike as often, so effectively training, just more of a preseason base type of riding. I feel like we've made mistakes as parents, and let her down and wonder where we went wrong. Just have to wait and see what happens.
House still in chaos with part finished bathroom and bits of Big Red which still needs finishing in hall and living room. Little blue VW needs sorting to sell in Spring before summer. Garden in chaos as I'm meant to be trying to move forward on paperwork so sit looking at it, and don't do paperwork or garden.
Slugsta - sounds like your mum enjoyed yourself on trip out, even if she missed daycare. Trouble is one day a week is not that often in terms of establishing a routine for a PWD. Hope your letter to care company has some positive results. Sometimes we just have to step back and wait until things get to a point where we can do something. I hadn't realised the full extent of mum's problems (she lived 200 miles away) but knew there were issues and when discussing it with a neighbour he had said a crisis would come and I would sort it then. He was right. Don't waste time worrying about what you can't fix. (Easy to say, not easy to do).
Red - I don't like hearing about muscle loss, was reading an article about female cycling and muscle loss with menopause this week, but only got so far, not sure I want to know what is coming, but know it could arrive any minute (I'm 48). Head a bit in the sand.
Ann - you may not care at the moment, but sounds positive that Old Red only has a couple of minors for MOT, although I suspect like my OH, that means OH can bury his head in the sand fixing them. Job being an LA transfer is positive as service years and holidays and pension entitlement also transfer.
Amy - if I didn't say earlier (due to pity party) thanks for update on FIL.