My brother got our daughter a wooden cart, to climb into and be pulled to the park for Christmas. It's beautiful, and what we asked for (after the daughter has seen one at her friends and cried when she had to get out.). My dad very kindly laquered it to make it more weatherproof. I should be over the moon.
Except for that it is more than twice as big as the one we had in mind, despite me sending my mother a picture, and my brother having been to visit us, so he knows how small the house is, he knows the shed is tiny, and full to the brim, he should bloody well have realised that it's too wide for our doors, and I've even got my doubts whether it'll fit down the alleyway. It's too tall for her to climb into on her own or pull it herself, too.
My family had been making jokes about it how big it was and whether it'll fit in the car for weeks (we live in UK, but spent Christmas with them in Germany), but at no point they actually stopped to think that it might be causing us a problem.
It gave me a crap christmas. I feel like an absolutely ungrateful spoilt bint, after all the daughter got what we asked for, it's beautifully made, my father put extra work in by painting it, and I've still been choking back the tears (well, pregnant, hormones, yada) about it for the past few days, as I didn't want to hurt anyone.
Stupidly I snapped today though, after yet another comment about how we're going to fit it all in the car. Now of course I managed to make them feel disappointed, and am the bad one, which makes me feel even more guilty.
And I'm stuck with a cart, which is big enough to be dragged by a small pony, and nowhere to put it, other than the garden, where it basically will go manky and rusty in no time, which kind of is not the point of what we've wanted.
And I'm still not sure whether I'm right to be annoyed, or just ungrateful.