I am not looking forward to another Xmas.
We have a very small house with a tiny living room and only an bay window for the dining table.
Each year Dh moved the table into the long narrow kitchen where it absolutely does not fit so he can put the tree in the bay window.
He puts it up earlier and earlier each year so I have to try and get to the cooker, sink, cupboard, washing machine and tumble dryer while bending round a table and chairs.
We don’t have a lot of money but he likes to go mad and buy loads of presents for the kids so there’s a massive mountain of stuff under the tree and then when it’s all ripped open and there’s piles of stuff everywhere he complains that it’s a mess.
I am so stressed trying to make the house tidy but there’s just no space to tidy anything away to, one child never throws anything away so just keeps getting more and more stuff to find a home for.
Nobody ever puts anything away they just leave it on the sides, on the table and on the sofa and I have to try and find homes for it all when there’s nowhere to put anything.
Clothes are bursting out of the kids drawers, games never got played with, toys everywhere and now another Christmas is looming and I said to Dh please don’t go mad this year and he gets defensive and says it’s Christmas and turns it into an argument.
I keep going round with bin liners and throwing stuff out that nobody will miss.
I don’t hate Christmas but I can’t get enthusiastic about it anymore because he’s already buying stuff and they don’t need it or play with it or even remember half the unopened boxes under there bed are there.
They also both have birthdays before Christmas.
I hate eating Christmas dinner squashed around the table in the kitchen where it doesn’t fit so dh solution is we won’t do Christmas dinner then just buy some party food.
I just want a normal family Christmas with a few presents and a nice Christmas dinner but instead I have months of him spending stupid amounts of money trying to outdo the year before to fill a tree that means I can’t sit at the table or have a Christmas dinner, followed by months of trying to find homes for all the piles of rubbish he’s bought.
And don’t forget the train that has to go around the tree so it’s my job to make sure none of the children touch it or walk on the track that protrudes out into the walkway and months of Christmas music and visits to nursery’s and stores like the range and b&m etc to look at the Christmas stuff.
Every year he buys more decorations and there’s nowhere to put them but if I say anything I’m a Scrooge or no fun.