It's that I don't want to host Christmas. If fact there us a whole host of things I'd rather not do over christmas and then I feel immediately guilty for even thinking it. I should be grateful for all I have and my family -husband beautiful children- and I am. I know some people are facing terrible Christmas festivities alone or dealing with massive problems and that makes me feel beyond guilty for not wanting to wade in and be joyful. I am hosting christmas not for my parents who will be at theirs (perfectly happy to be just the 2 of them) but for my in laws. It's not that I don't get on with them, they're fine but the task seems insurmountable at the moment. I work full time and today is my 1st day off. In between now and Christmas Day I have more to do than I can deal with, I will do it all and know the easiest way of navigating my way through but that doesn't mean I want to do any of it. The Christmas I want is just me and my little family- casual, relaxed, fun. I started with a stinking migraine this morning that will take 3 days to pass and have lost the m&s order sheet for the turkey. My husband asked if I was 'ok' but when I tried to explain he did that very male thing of searching for solutions when all I wanted was for someone to listen and perhaps sympathise. Is it ok to admit Christmas is a lot less fun when you have to organise it? The enforced joviality of the family get together's when my husband pretends to like his brother and vice versa is just too much and I know, no matter how much planning I will be in a flap at 2pm on Christmas Day, sporting multiple scalds and burns, serving up a horribly dry (but not potentially fatal) over-priced turkey. Perhaps it's just that I am a miserable cantankerous old bat.