Houses for the Seasons

Apparently all rich Greek people have multiple houses. There's their usual city house. They have a summer house by the sea that they spend the summer in inbetween visiting the islands, and then there is the winter home in the mountains so they can ski and do other rich winter activities. Mr. Crazy had been absent from my days because he had been at the winter house "getting things ready".
He was one of those rich fathers that was never there, but would sweep in loudly, picking up the children and spoiling them, rolling through the house like a hurricane so everyone knew he had arrived. He apparently noticed the unease settled between me and DC, and recommended we both take him down to watch the other children play tennis. Once down there, Mr. Crazy attempts to leave, thereby leaving DC with me. Well, DC would have none of this, he started screaming and running after his father.
So then we ALL go back up to the house. But once there, Mr. Crazy realizes he's left his iPhone down at the tennis courts. He "asks" me to go back for it, and I go willingly if only because it allows my eyes a little more time with the Hot Tennis Instructor.
So I get back to the house again, now with the iPhone, and...Mr. and Mrs. Crazy are gone. This would happen frequently. They would just disappear into the night. I had no idea where. No idea when they would be back. And no one seemed to care because G was in charge. I realized this made sense because G knew all the schedules, and knew what do for the kids, but I felt pretty useless. All the time. They didn't even bother to try and help me be in charge of their children. I know they didn't make me feel useless on purpose, but it was still pretty disheartening.