Was given some pretty sh*tty news yesterday.
Y'know I'm going to Germany to attend Gamescom, right?
Well, obviously my son can't go (well, he could, but it would be too much for him), so he was staying with one set of grandparents for two nights, and the other set of grandparents the other two.
Well, my boyfriend's mum phoned last night to say she can no longer take him when she was supposed to.
Cue me crying, and both me and Allan desperately trying to figure out what to do.
My mum had already said she couldn't have taken him those days anyway, as she has no holidays left. And we have nobody else to turn to.
Until this morning.
I chanced it, and phoned my mum to beg and see if she could somehow get those extra two days off work. And after a half hour of her begging people in her work to swap those two days off with her, she phoned me back, successful.
I thanked Graham, the man who has given her the holidays, who then said to me "No worries Cinderella, you shall go to the ball!" and came off the phone extremely happy.
All those tears for nothing.