I am at the end of my rope - long

I really need to catch a break but the hits just keep coming. We have had so many major things go wrong with the house this year, the skylights, the gutters, the garage door dissintegrated, the basement flooded 2 different times (mold etc.) My husband, who has an advanced degree is incapabable of dealing with anything in real life (plus his job doesn't allow him any time during the day to deal with stuff) so it is up to me to put all of the pieces back together again. On top of dealing with every other d*mn thing that has to do with running the household. Managing the childcare, groceries, clothes, shoes, the cleaning ladies, the yard guy, doctor's appts, registering for school. On top of that my Dad caught a bad flu and it seems to have triggered some kind of dementia/depression/anxiety that we still haven't figured out. Oh, and I work full time.

So when I comtemplated a family vacation I tried to keep my expectations realistic. I booked an enormous penthouse condo right on the beach so if I was stuck inside with the kids at least we would have an awesome place and view. It was big enough that my sister and her family and my parents could get away from each other if needed. Well my kids hated the sand and were he!! bent on destroying everything in the apartment or die trying. Then we all caught my Mom's cold - Urgent care - ear infection - and non-stop mucus and whining and crying, including in the middle of the night. My sister and BIL left Tues b/c they didn't have enough vacation time and my husband left on Thurs b/c he had a work conference. So by Friday it was just me and my parents and 5 kids, we decided to leave that night rather than Sat morning.

My Dad has developed severe clostraphobia and can't do elevators so I single handedly had to pack 2 SUVs with so much stuff that you could barely close the doors all while the babies screamed everytime I walked out the door and didn't take them. My oldest was napping so I couldn't finish packing the kids room, I left a small suitcase for this purpose. At somepoint he woke up and my mom changed him but apparently it never occured to her to pack my kid's stuff. She packed my niece and nephew's stuff but not mine. My suitcase showed up at the front door, full, so I just brought it down to the car and didn't check the room. All of the clothes that I didn't send with my husband were left including various Jaine & Jack polos and matching rompers and Nordstrom's pants and shorts. AHHHHHHHHH I guess I do have to do everything.

I even called Sat morning and they assured me that the apartment was empty and I figured that it got packed in some random suitcase and would show up. My husband was still in the area at the conference so he could have picked it up. Now all of the bags have been unpacked and my stuff hasn't shown up, the cleaning people must have stole it. I am trying to call today but of course no one answers. In the grand scheme of things it isn't that big a deal and my Mom feels really bad. She is still sick and has been a real trooper (the nanny is still on vacation and she has been watching the kids) but this feels like the straw that broke the camels back. I have to take care of every single thing myself and when I don't I am out over $100 worth of clothes. I am beyond overwhelmed and I don't see any relief in sight. I am just waiting for the next disaster

I want to do like that fight attendant that got on the PA and told the passengers to F-Off and then grabbed a beer and slid down the emergency exit but I can't find the emergency exit.