Things that have made me irrationally angry this Christmas (lighthearted)

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Someone has been stabby with the butter, so now there are deep craters in it and I can no longer do my pleasing swipe and curl. Yet to determine who this is, but may report it to the police because he/she is clearly a serial killer in the making.

TV has been record breakingly shite, despite spending up to our eyeballs on streaming platforms. And why does every documentary these days have a musical score created by an intern on acid? It’s supposed to be ambient music. AMBIENT.

The weather is also a pile of shite. I have had to choose between smiling at my guests indoors or fucking off for a walk into hurricane billy bob the second, never to return.

Everything worth eating and drinking is giving me indigestion.

I have had about 17 minutes to myself and now I have to start planning for new years guests. With limited options for activities, because we’re forecast another fecking storm.

Please share your examples so I know I am not the only one full of seasonal rage 😤 🤣

My daughter went out drinking and lost her brand new handbag, which of course had everything in it. My other daughter finished the Brie and I’d only had a tiny bit. My partner keeps talking at me about politics, and my mother bought a brisket for new year but I have to cook it and I’ve never done one before so it’s one more thing to think about. I’m technically on holiday but I need to do some work today because otherwise I will feel unprepared when I go back next week. I could go for a walk instead but I’m too pissed off to get dressed.

Thank you OP for the opportunity to share my rage!

@GrumpyOldCrone ‘Too pissed off to get dressed’ - yep! Solidarity.

Fed up of politics - tricky family for Christmas, now stiff and rabidly right wing family,

Too much racing around the country. Living out of a suitcase, lots of broken washing machines.

Lack of sleep. No time to just be. Endless tidying and cooking. Bad weather. Underslept (taking back time)

I have enjoyed it, just not as much as usual.

NY is just a quiet dinner, which I am happy about.

@theduchessofspork Lack of sleep is a killer. I keep waking up tired! I don’t even do that on a work day.

Used ds's new water gun to keep dcat away frome eating my turkey sandwich.. Sick of pet's being opportunist thieves this Christmas...

We are in an ongoing power cut since Christmas Day evening. Not ideal.

@CuriousGeorge80 Ok, you win. Fingers crossed for you.

Being given dozens of bath bombs and face masks for Christmas. Neither of which I use or asked for.

Not having another week off. I feel like I've o y just unclenched and started to relax

Charity shop. With relish.

Every time I sneak off to a quiet corner with my phone or a book, someone finds me and talks to me.

@Alalalalalongalalalalalonglonglilong Twats.

Only having three days off and having to go back to work the day after Boxing Day, amid loads of SM posts from everyone spending the next week in their PJs.

The pissing rain. Dog and I tired of being soaked. I also have raging Athletes Foot but count myself lucky not to have Webbed Foot. Can't dry any washing and Christmas guests mean all beds have been slept in and need change of bedding.

DD3 hosted Christmas Day lunch. This means all food was taken over there. And I never got to taste the cheeseboard before I had to come home to go to the aforementioned work.

This was the first Christmas without my lovely gran. I have been the family emotional punchbag since Easter as I never react really. I used to be a competitive swimmer and I just had a panic attack at training, didn't get past the warm up.
Just moved back to my home town after 10 years overseas and the one person I would talk to today is going to New Zealand for 4 weeks. Sitting in my house in tears on my own. I hate 2023, it can take a running jump off a cliff.

BIL (age 43) insists on dishing out all the Christmas presents from under the tree, rather than letting each person find their own. A very small thing but I'm still grumpy about it today. He stole my favourite part of Christmas

While I've been running around organising cleaning and hosting various guest my wider family appear to have had plenty of time on their hands to sit and think about how I can help then achieve l their next year goals....on top of my full time job and 2 dc. Every other sentence seems to involve ' We thought you might be able to help us with that' I feel like screaming!

Did he lovingly choose, buy, wrap, label and place every present under the tree? No? Well he can get to fuck then.

Waitrose ran out of tangerines and I had to have clementines. Stupid baggy-skinned citrus wankers.

Weirdly I quite like sitting there having gifts handed to me. It makes me feel queen like. 👸 Unfortunately that doesn't happen very often 😕.

The weather in Glasgow has made me irrationally angry, its been utter shite

I bought 100s of ££ of food but the bastards have eaten it all. I feel like I've done nothing for the past week but cook and endlessly load and unload the dishwasher. I'm fat but can't afford to go shopping for new clothes in the sales as I spent all my money on Christmas.

That gave me a good laugh :-)

I’d like to add the bastardisation of pigs IN blankets to this. When did it become pigs N blankets? Say what you see. The pig is inside the blanket. It’s not an AND. RAGE.

Totally agree with the shite TV OP - I've watched Strictly from Christmas Day and that's it. Beyond woeful.

DH put all the leftovers in the freezer in the garage - at the end of the garden (even though we have a freezer that isn't full in the house.) He did zero food planning/shopping/food prep/cooking yet he bloody interfered by chucking everything in the freezer afterwards when I wanted it left out! I now have to traipse down the bloody garden in my slippers (in the rain) every time I want a bread roll. He also came in the kitchen a few times to stir things. Get the feck out!

I had surgery on my spine on the 21st, got out on the 22nd and quickly developed covid symptoms. Tested positive. I’ve been poorly since then.

It’s been a fun ride of epic fatigue, blisters on my soft palette and the back of my throat. I couldn’t taste anything until today when all the that’s left of the Christmas goodies are the dregs that nobody else wanted.

Quite rightly I’m sulking. I’m too tired to read but bored of watching tv. I’d like a recreational high a good nights sleep and get up tomorrow back to myself.