Its August 27th. We're still wearing T-shirts. Leaves are on the trees, the suns shining (well almost) and me and DP, this afternoon, had our first row of the year over 'what to do on Christmas'. It's 4 sodding months away, I can't believe it!!! MIL asked today after SIL brought it up. Every year its the same. Two families, living 5 mins away form each other - who are we going to let down this year? We've tried to do both, but this is rushed affair in which one family always feels put out. Then there's the horror of all the clobber to organise and cram in the car to stay with them vs staying at home and p*ing everyone off or them (which family) coming to us whilst we (I) spend an entire day banished to the kitchen, dripping with sweat, trying to cook a vast meal in my tiny oven. It's only fair and right to go to MIL's this Christmas for various reasons but this means I inevitable have to break the news to my mum who will say 'my empty table at Christmas without you' and 'your poor gran not seeing you' and make me feel utterly guilty. At MIL's we have to put up with BIL who, bless his heart, is quite possibly the most annoying person in the entire universe. At MILS I willbe fending off attemps to drug DS with copious amounts of e-number filled crap and will probly fail and find myself scraping him off the ceiling or worse. Bloody hell it's 27th August and here I, confronted already when I least expected it, and thinking about all this stuff 4 MONTHS in advance!!!
Am I the only one?