I know this is not just me but I am so tired I am sitting here in tears. I do all the Christmas shopping, wrapping, cards, pressies for nursery staff, taking stuff back, thank you cards, decorations etc. I work one day less a week than DH (we do exactly the same high level job but I choose to do 4 days) and I do both drop off and pick up, but since first dc and maternity leave, I have become the household manager/slave. I did suggest we split the christmas tasks but he looked horrified and now he's ill (it is genuine although he can manage to take himself to the shops!) so I ended up doing it all anyway. I am just so tired out by it all that I'm actually closed myself away in bed to avoid him as don't want to lose my rag and seem like a heartless cow. Oh god, I am such and moan and an old scrooge but really, are the ten minutes of 'ahhhh' worth all this??