Ok - This Xmas day was my sons first birthday. Seeing as I spent last Xmas day having a huge melon dragged out of my lady area with the biggest pair of salad spoons you ever did see, I decided that this year, regardless of it being DS's birthday, we were having Xmas by ourselves and that we would throw a party on the 27th when everyone would be able to come.
Oh no, MIL insisted that his party had to be on his actual birthday. To keep the peace I relented and invited everyone for an afternoon buffet. I already knew that half my relatives wouldn't be able to make it - which then meant we would need to make several trips beforehand and after to see people.
MIL then kicked up a huge fuss saying she wanted to come for the whole day, rather than just the aftenoon, and that SIL and her fella were coming too and could we put them up for the night?
Again, reluctantly I agreed thinking that as they were travelling for over 100 miles I couldnt really expect them to come for just 3 or 4 hours...
Did all the shopping, arranged to see my mum on Xmas Eve, arranged to see my dad on boxing day....then a phone call, on 23rd of fucking December... "Oh. Not going to come now, it's too far and it is Xmas after all... Can you come here on the 27th instead...?"
GRRRRRRRRRRR. Am going to Denmark this coming Xmas to see my grandparents whether anyone else likes it or not.
Please excuse typos. Typing with false nails on is hard!