I have one week off for Christmas and have been counting down to it for months. I've been working 6-7 day weeks all year and very much looked forward to just relaxing with my DD, DH and Ddogs. The plan was to have plenty of lazy days, watching films, eating treats and walking the dogs.
On the 23rd DH tells me his parents have asked to come for Christmas dinner. They normally go to BIL's but fancied a change. They also had 3 other offers as well as BIL's. I make it clear I'd prefer it if they accepted another invite. Christmas Eve (first day off) arrives and DH says he called his parents and they're really looking forward to coming the next day.
So I spend Christmas Eve preparing for hosting the next day - the usual of peeling and chopping veg, tidying up, etc. while DH disappears all day shopping for extras as we would now be plus 2.
Christmas Day, after present opening, I get on with cooking the meats and a pudding. An hour before serving, his parents cancel.
Boxing Day, we normally go to see DH's parents to exchange gifts. This year they'd stressed that it would be a child-free event as they had their friends joining them. They only let us know this on Christmas Eve. So I stay home with DD and DH goes to see them. They live an hour away and he ends up staying here for the entire day.
Meanwhile, DD had d&v so I nurse her for the day at home.
Onto the 27th. Earlier in the year I'd encouraged DH to message his friends in their group chat to arrange an evening of Christmas drinks for all of us (including partners). This is sorted and is our only night out planned over Christmas.
In the lead up to it, DH says two of his friends have made it clear they want it to be a men only night so aren't bringing their wives. DH tells them I, as well as other partners, will be coming so it can't be men only.
Skip forward to the 27th, the majority of the couples have cancelled leaving just me, DH and the two friends who wanted it to be men only. Obviously I feel a bit odd going out knowing that so I stay at home instead. His two friends arrive at ours (closest to the city centre) around midday instead of the preplanned 19:00. I then end up feeding them and they drink us dry. They all go out and all crash back home in the early hours.
This then spills into the 28th as I have three drunken men in my living room until 15:00.
The final straw came today. I had booked a hotel for the three of us on NYE in London. The plan was to have a nice dinner, stay up late and watch the fireworks then off to bed. It had free cancellation before the 27th. DH announces today that he'd cancelled it when DD was ill on Boxing Day as he thought she might still be unwell for NYE and didn't want to risk losing the free cancellation.
It feels like every day so far has brought more stress than rest and I keep ending up in situations I would never choose to put myself in - such as hosting his parents, drunken men in my home, scrabbling around for NYE ideas, etc.
I feel fed up, like my break is being wasted but I don't know if I'm being overly stressy because I had such high expectations for this week as I'd been counting down to it for so long.
AIBU to be fed up? Am I being stressy? I don't even know who I'm mad with. Who am I mad with? I just feel pissed off.