Just a moan and I do know my woes are trivial, but I find this time of year so stressful and it's really because I don't like xmas day.
I do love christmassiness in general, the tree, sparkly lights, making mince pies, winter markets and all that.
But by tradition we have ended up always inviting a certain group of people who I find hard work in various ways (daren't go into details! but basically there is awkwardness and resentment seething under a surface of overbearing niceness and it does my nut in) and spend the day feeling wound up. I like xmas food, but I can't stand the pressure for it all to be so wonderful and enjoyable for everyone. I love getting DS a stocking and seeing him get presents (and of course enthuse for his sake) but I hate sitting round opening presents I don't really want and having to fake gratefulness. I wish adults didn't do presents at all (well apart from DP!). I did try suggesting toning it down to my mum this year but she has got totally the wrong end of the stick and thought I meant don't give DS a nice present, and I feel awful (will have to sort it out, plucking up courage).
The thing is I don't care, I don't feel that christmas ought to be the happiest day of the year, I accept it's not going to be and I just have to grit my teeth - so why do I dread it?
I do realise my moans are self-indulgent crap and a lot of people have it far worse but I am here as a listening ear if anyone would like to indulge their own xmas day whinge-fest.