My mother has a thing about drinking, any more than what she would drink (probably 2 glasses of wine over several hours) is having too much.....ever. She assumes that anyone laughing and being a bit loud is pissed. My father, who is only allowed to have one drink a couple of times a week, gets let off the leash at Xmas so goes a bit ott but not massively so, he just gets a bit gobby. She is like this about everything, if you do anything differently to her then you are WRONG. End. Of.
I had 4 glasses of wine over 7 hours. DD1 didnt have any, DS1 didnt have any and DD2 did but took herself off to bed when it went to her head a bit, she was the quietest. My father was being loud and know-it-all about something we were doing but no harm done, everyone else was being loud as we were playing a very competitive game (think and Uno type thing where you can stitch each other up). She refused to join in.
She was in a foul mood. Had a go at me for being "so drunk", got in a right sulk with my father who said "oh God forbid I should have a bit of fun occasionally!" so that didnt help!
I went to pick my car up at 1pm on Boxing day, I had finished my last glass of wine at 6pm Xmas day and she threatened to not hand over my car keys as I would still be "massively" over the limit.
A discussion has been had with me and the DC and we have agreed that I will host next year and my mother and father can attend as they wish. Hunch tells me that she will refuse to come until father says he is coming and then she will come because of FOMO.....
Sick of her being a joy vampire and sucking the fun out of everything when she has a mood on. The thing is, when she is in a good mood she can be the life and soul but when she isnt........ wish she would grow the fuck up and stop being so bloody mardy.