No matter what we do or how much we pre-empt the load mentally and financially, Christmas always ends up with me running around non stop and him withdrawing then the pair of us losing our closeness due to operating from such different planets for 3 weeks. Hence causing arguments.
DH has no skill or wish to meet friends, have our DD see people who care about her, have a nice house that looks clean and attractive, make nice food. He is not generous so doesn’t buy generously, he has no friends to visit, no parties to attend.
It’s only at this time of year that our fundamental differences are brought into the light.
In normal life when we are both busy with work our differences work well. He is always able to work from home if DD is ill, I am not. He does all of the school drop-offs and pick ups and after school care of DD, making her packed lunches, breakfasts and dinners. He’s brilliant and it all fits together well.
But somehow the Christmas break is always a nightmare because we are so different and I end up rushing around, cooking, tidying, wrapping, organising, cleaning before the next set of visitors and becoming resentful and burnt out.
Recently I had flu which on top of teaching full time in a very high pressures school was absolutely awful. I only had 1 day off throughout the flu and still have residual coughs, eye infections etc but have had no choice but to crack on.
DD then caught it and it affected her heart rate and she was nearly hospitalised. Lots of lost sleep the too. DH then caught it and has taken a whole week off work, has hidden in our bedroom whilst my dad is staying watching TV, reading books and texting me to ask me to check if various deliveries have come while I am downstairs playing fun Christmas games with DD and my dad, cooking meals and cleaning up.
I always want to leave him at this time of year but feel differently when everything goes back to normal.
I feel the same in the summer too. He doesn’t like holidays.
There’s nothing I can really do apart from just mentally detach from him and see it for what it is.
I just hate it that it’s my reality to always have a miserable Christmas.