I just want to cry and cry and cry. I feel like I've just had enough. What makes it worse it's for such a pathetic reason. It all started this morning when I got an email from TalkTalk saying I'd reached my limit on my mobile.
I haven't been able to find my mobile since I went on holiday mid September. I thought I'd put it away at home and couldn't remember where. (I only found my purse a week ago) Anyway I went into a complete panic and thought I'd lost in abroad and it was being used. I tried for 30 mins to get through on the landline and eventually got through to an out of hours helpline. I couldn't understand her, she couldn't understand me. This went on for 50 mins. It turned out I'd been put through to Vodafone so that why they couldn't block my phone. So now I'm late for work but have to wait for half an hour for the TalkTalk call centre to open. I get through yes they can help. Answered all the questions, but couldn't remember my mobile number. (having less trouble than last time but still hard to understand each other) I tell her we only have one landline and two Mobiles. NO I can't remember the make,but yes it's white. She blocks it. I put down the phone and realise wrong mobiles been blocked.
I go to work late all fussed up and anxious. I've come home cancelled going to my granddaughters birthday dinner. Decide to look for my mobile. No luck because every draw in my house is full of shite. It's everywhere. Bits of paper, letters, all shoved into every conceivable space. It's got into this state because of the family crisis and I'm spending so much time looking after my grandchildren and that means I'm never going to get on top of it. work is challenging and stressful. I feel like there's massive demands made of me in the family but can't say no when my DiL so very ill. can't telephone my husband because I've blocked his mobile. When he comes home on the surface he'll be sympathetic but I know he'll be metaphorically rolling his eyes. When he starts helping he won't be able to help himself criticising the amount of paper,books all manner of shite around the house. I've got to take the three little uns out tommorow, I feel ashamed I'm not managing. I can't share it with the family because their worried enough. What the f__k have I done with my MOBILE!
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