Ah bless you. Christmas day is especially frustrating because there are so many expectations of us all having a wonderful, happy day with our little rosy cheeked cherubs, who look delightful after each present is opened.
The reality for me is usually a mixture of laughter, joy, followed by kids not listening, slammed doors, not getting off ipads, refusing to leave the house (by this stage that's me) and me having to fake smile to the neighbours whilst I cry in the car on the way to my mum's house.
Queue wiping tears dry and onto my next fake smile. The house is usually left a complete state with wrapping paper all over the floor and the realisation dawning on me that my house is far too small to accommodate all the stupid unpractical overzealous presents I've bought.
In my family there is usually the one martyr who moans no one is helping enough even though said person doesn't ever want to sit down when complaining they are tired. When they do finally sit down they find a reason to get-up and make tea that no one asked for only to moan no one is helping.
Kids are flying off the walls and the eyes at the back of My head don't dart about enough to catch them soon enough. Queue some sore knees, a bit of crying etc etc.
There will be not enough food in mouths and too much on the table when it comes to kids. My DF will complain about something and then my parents will argue in front of my children and it will be quite over the top- only to be forgotten a few minutes later.
Adults will drink too much, eat too much, talk too loudly, laugh too loudly.
By the time I've finally relaxed into the day, the kids are overtired, crying and screaming and saying they dont want to ever go home.
It will take 2 hours to drag them home and finally get them in bed.
What will I change? Bloody nothing. 😆