I am currently on mat leave and the LAST thing I want is to spend £50 on a crappy turkey dinner and to sit with people I am not missing at all and talk about work that I am not missing at all. I was invited a few months back but I said I was probably going away this weekend (bare faced lie).
I wouldn't have been able to go anyway since DS2 is permenantly attached to my boob but there is not one ounce of me that wishes I could go.
Instead I will eating Chinese on my sofa with DH, my lovely boys and watching Strictly
AIBU?