Well, child sitting, seeing as my grandson is 11. My neighbour/friend agreed that she would help out if I needed to work and wouldn't be home, which happened yesterday.
I worked until 10. I came home to find grandson had put himself to bed (and was lying awake) and my neighbour had bought him down a microwave burger at dinner time.
She was sitting upstairs in her flat, and he was in mine, on his own. I had shifts booked for the next two days, but have cancelled them, as I wouldn't have been home until 11.
I feel like crying...
In defence of my neighbour, she is a funny old stick and a bit eccentric, but I expected a bit more from her.
She knocks at mine several times a day to tell me every detail of everything that is going on with her life and that of her adult children, and I think I am more than patient. I just feel really let down. My first shifts and I have had to cancel..
Just popping in to let everyone know that we are looking at this.
It's always worth bearing in mind that this is a public site and all posts can be seen by anyone, regardless of whether they are on social media or not. It's generally a good idea to avoid any kind of identifying detail, especially when talking about personal issues.
It wasn't a matter of being identified. It was a matter of insensitivity. It felt like my despair had been put up for everyone to 'rubberneck' at. Its a most uncomfortable feeling, but thank you for deleting the Twitter thread, which had been put up in "error".
good move RachelleGransnet - to delete the Twitter thread, not all posts are suitable for that kind of publicity and this one definitely falls into the unsuitable category. MissA has been offered some sensible, supportive and warm support here. that's enough isn't it.
We can ask to have a thread which we started to be deleted but it is not our property so GN has the right to refuse to do so BradfordLass. However, as this has been done for some I do not understand why others are refused.
Isn't it great having sympathetic Gransnetters to turn to when life bites us? I was a latch key kid from the age of 11: we were a single parent family, my disabled mother was frequently hospitalised and my brother( 3 years older) and I lived alone. Neighbours would not get involved and relatives lived too far away to help. My advice is to employ a nice six form girl to stay with your grandson in the evenings to give him a sense of security. Leave dinner and some snacks for them both. Redundant apostrophe added when the dang thing posted itself!