...without having to cater for every bugger and their dog?
Every single celebratory day is spent cooking for hoards of people, getting no help then having to clean up after. Dh tends to go into introvert mode and does not speak as does BIL who is just an arse and leaves his plate on the ground, does not utter a single word and possibly needs a kick in the testicles. It gets stressful.
Same today except everything went wrong and I'm still hovering around the cooker.
Am I being unreasonable to leave a sign on the gate saying 'GO AWAY' (but leave any eggs or chocolate).
Am truly truly fed up.