Because she is being so bl**dy demanding.
Last year she came for new year (went to my sis for xmas) and because she had probs with her knee, We drove down to fetch her, and took her home a few days later. She lives 130 miles away, about 2 1/2 hours to drive.
She has a car, has had a knee replacement this summer, has all the time in the world.
So I was a bit taken aback when she asked when we would be fetching her.
I pointed out that it hadn't been my plan, as ds doesn't break up from school till the Friday, we need to get the food shopping etc done on the weekend, DH is working all but Christmas day, Boxing day and new years day, generally our time is pretty well accounted for.
She has the time and ability to drive it, can come any day she likes in the preceding week, it isn't exactly Lands End to John O'Groats, is it?
Well, this caused all sorts of huffing and puffing, and excuses about why she wouldn't drive it, such as the weather MIGHT be bad, people drink and drive at Christmas, her car radio doesn't work (packed up 18 months ago, she can't be bothered to get it sorted), etc etc.
Eventually my sister suggested she come on the train (altho she abhors public transport). So she is booked on the Saturday train. My Bil will take her and get her in her booked seat at Gloucester, and we will collect her at Nottingham and get her off the train. But now apparently I can't have my Christmas Pressie cos she can't carry it, nor the Christmas cake she has made us, same reason.
Then she kicked up because I am planning to collect her from the station with DS, but she wants DH to do it, because of carrying her luggage (which will have bugger all in it anyway). I am a bit disabled, but generally manage to rally assistance when necessary, and anyway, ds is a strapping lad, and he can help. DH has other plans, basically spending the 2 hours it will take to fetch her organising the Kitchen for Christmas.
Now couple that with the fact that she'll want to watch all the Christmas editions of the soaps on telly, which we don't watch anyway, and she'll complain about ds plugging his Wii (big present from Santa) into the telly when 'Stenders is on or some such, I really wish she wasn't coming. In fact on Friday Morning I was in tears about it all.
How do I get this whole thing back into perspective so I don't feel soooooo resentful by the time she arrives that it all goes up in a huge family row?