Renovation Project - Am I the worlds worst mother or worlds worst grandmother?????

Renovation Project - Am I the worlds worst mother or worlds worst grandmother?????

The day starts well, the pointing continues and it is starting to look good, by the end of the day we have finished the fire and the window wall.

The day is not good overall though as my daughter rang and said she could not get flights over. It is my baby granddaughters first birthday in a few weeks and they were due to come over for a few days to celebrate.

The flights from our most local airport stop on November 5^th for some reason, last year they flew all year round, so the flights are not good for her and her job, so I say that I will fly over for a few days instead, but there are no more flights this way either, what am I going to do?

What I do is get very upset, I already feel like the world’s worst mother at times, now I am going to go for the title of world’s worst grandmother as well, what an honour!!!

I no longer care about the walls or that there is light at the end of the tunnel as Ryan air have just extinguished that light, the tunnel is starting to look very dark. When we first moved here there were flights from Brest to Manchester, these stopped early on, but the Dinard to East Midlands were a 2^nd option, now we don’t have these.

How the hell can I miss my only daughters, only baby’s first birthday, what the hell am I doing here.

Poor John has to put up with me crying and says no matter what I need to find a way back. I spend most of the day looking at different options and all of them are going to cost the best part of £300 to go back for a few days, we don’t have that much money to spare, but then I feel even worse as how can I put a price on my granddaughter, I have already left them and now I don’t want to spend money on them. I am a horrible person, I cry lots more.

My daughter says not to worry as we will be visiting for Christmas, but this is not the point, I want to be there for the birthday, I don’t want to be her only granny that does not turn up for her birthday.

We decide that happiness is more important than money and if the worst comes to the worst we can find work somewhere, I have to go back.

I have it worked out, I have a ferry booked to Plymouth, a bus form Plymouth to Bristol, a lift from Bristol to Gloucester and I will meet her in Gloucester and she will drive me back to her home town.

The journey will take a long time, but it is worth it. We had not planned on the transport stopping, but this is something you must be aware of, what will you do if the transport routes change? If you are like me you will cry a lot, but you will find a way.

I let my daughter know that I have managed to sort it out and she is so happy (I knew she was just being nice when she said it doesn’t matter!).

This whole process took a few days, these were not good days!