So Christmas at my sister's in Isle of wight. 18 people staying (yes STAYING) for 4-5 days. Everyone very lovely but there was no room at the inn. Not a space you could get away, read a book, watch what you wanted on TV. Then DS got a really nasty cough and was up most of the night convinced he was dying (he has health anxiety), he did have a temperature and really nasty cough but was defintely not dying.
It was the first Christmas without my lovely mum who loved christmas.
Came home exhausted had one day when my sister in law and neices came to see us - to be fair it was lovely to see them but no day to chill.
Then we drove to Norfolk for New Year with a group of 72 single parents and children of whom we new 2. We have to share a bedroom with two lovely people but no breathing space again. The house was lovely and big and lovely grounds but bathroom has peeling paint and very scruffy. DS takes one look at bathrooms and says "I'm not getting in THAT shower" (remember health anxiety?)
Moans at me under his breath most of the weekend bbut intermittently seesm OK then all holy hell breaks lose on the last night where DS loses it in the games room with the other teens and throws everything throwable (food, bins etc) and storms out in tears. Won't tell me what the problem is.
So I go down and quiz teens and turns out that there has been ongoing racist bullying from a couple of the older boys and in true gang mentality no-one came to tell an adult at any point.
So I get DS to bed and we leave at the crack of dawn.
Oh and the day DS (literally) threw his toys out of the pram, was the anniversary of my mothers death last year - New Years Day.
And breathe.
Tell me your's was better. Or worse... I'm not sure which will make me feel better.