Have a family, they said, your first Christmas will be wonderful! Here’s my litany of Christmas anecdotes, please feel free to add:
DH asleep on the sofa, DS (12 weeks) hasn’t stopped screaming since he woke up at 6am this morning (only just gone to sleep).
Mother in law has pushed me to my absolute limit with her parenting advice which today has consisted of ‘just give him some Calpol’.
Grandmother nearly dropped DS on the floor when she insisted that she took him off me so I could ‘enjoy my dinner’, whatever that means.
Dickhead father in law didn’t even open his present from DH because he ‘already knew what it was’. DH is absolutely gutted.
Left the parsnips to burn in the oven because DS shit up his back, covering his Christmas jumper.