I think everyone needs a space to have a bit of a grump - I do love my family, as dysfunctional, demented, occasionally actually horrible, as they are, they are still my flesh and blood and as there's only two of 'em (and the older one keeps forgetting I am housebound currently and threatening to cut me out of his will for not visiting...) they are all I have, flaws, foibles and all..
But ooh I could actually drop my sister off a very high cliff today - she's confessed that:
- despite insisting we did presents
- insisting they be a surprise
- insisting they be swapped face to face, christmas day 'or it's not magical' (we're 44 and 45, it's NOT fucking magical!)
And knowing I have found her an absolute fucking cracker of a present that is right up her alley.. which I took time over and sourced 6 weeks ago...
She's not actually got me anything. Because various spurious reasons like she ran out of time and last week it was 'oh but I'd need to go to a shop, I can't shop online...'
Today she's revealed she's spent the money she had for my Xmas present on her friends kid because, on hearing she wasn't (WTAF? YES SHE IS!) opening any presents this year, he ran off and got his savings and gave her a card with some cash in it... So she HAD to go online and buy him something on a friends amazon account quickly, and therefore had no time to go into town to buy anything for me...
Riiiiiiiight.
At some point in the last few weeks she had a huge rant at me that I am 'too autistic and specific to buy for'... my list was (to select from!) 'waterproof drawing inks suitable for fountain pens or dip pens, paper, watercolour paints, doesn't matter if you get duplicates as if i already have it I love it and want more - you can get these things from the following list of stores'...
She doesn't get to do total surprises for me after I recieved:
- Box of posh smellies for baths - the year I had no accessible bathroom.
- Plastic Pigeon (practically life sized) that shits cheap nasty hand wash.
- Fuck all.
I think next year im just refusing to play the bloody game. I feel like a total mug for putting in the effort and finding her a lovely bracelet that is her to a T and way out of the usual budget (no expectation to reciprocate that overspend either).
She's meant to show up here between 12 and 1 (she lives 2 minutes away) Christmas day... I will eat my hat on video for all of Mumsnet to see if she turns up in that time frame (or frankly, at all!).
That aside I shall enjoy Xmas day as for the first time in four years I am not working and it is me, DP, a pile of dogs and crap tv and snacks all day until we pass out. I've had a lovely hamper from work, DP and I have got each other some lovely bits and bobs, and relaxing shall happen. I may or may not start a painting ive been meaning to do for ages that ive put off in order to do work related stuff instead. Who knows!