I keep my fingers crossed as September approaches because that’s when the huge poster goes up on the wall at work for us to put down our preferences, which do we “want” to work, Christmas or new year.
After putting down preferences I then wait to see if I have got what I hope for.
Then when I don’t get what I hope for, I have to think of a way to explain to my children why I won’t be there on Christmas Day with them.
DH makes it lovely for them.
If I am home, it’s just us, the pil come for a bacon butty in the morning and give the kids their presents then disappear after about an hour.
We have my mum as she is on her own & none of my siblings offer for her to go to them.
If I have to work, I try to do the night shift Christmas eve so I can be home, die on the sofa all day but at least be there.
If not, I’m there at work for the 12 hours, I just get on with it and accept the loss of a family Christmas again.
Go and be a nurse they said, you’ll love it they said.... pfffft.