It’s bad enough I have to share my son with my ex-husband over the holidays, I also have to go to my Dad’s and see my miserable, mean-spirited grandmother, to my in-laws and deal with my overbearing, headache inducing MIL, and now apparently DH’s obnoxious aunt and uncle as well. I get excited about Christmas every year and then at some point it hits me that I will not have the fantasy peaceful Christmas that I’ve been dreaming of, I will have to make forced conversation with obnoxious people and go to bed angry, and I get really depressed. And today it hit me. Christmas eve at my parents and Christmas day at his. Both days ruined. And that’s the only time I have off for work. Clearly feeling sorry for myself today!

Bah humbug.