Jeez, it feels like I have only just packed away the summer tops and now the shops are playing Slade. The horrors of Christmas shopping awaits, the goose (me) is getting fat and my bank balance is getting so far into the red it's just not funny anymore.
My brother didn't incite the Christmas spirit in me either. I got an email saying
What shall we get dad for Christmas?
No hello, how are you? How are the girls? Not even a hint of pleasantries. Not that I'm bothered. I only saw him on Saturday, so he pretty much knows the answers to those questions anyway. The fact is, he is nearly 40 with a wife and child and I am heading too close to 40, with a (moody) husband, two children, oh, and let's not forget the dog. So, how come we are still sharing Christmas presents for our parents like we are 9 years old?
Ridiculous.
Other news. My husband is still an arse.
He has more work Christmas do's than, erm, gosh, I can't really think, but you know, someone who has lots of Christmas do's...Coleen Rooney perhaps (how come she has been out 3 times since having a baby two weeks ago and that's how many times I have been out since having my first baby 5 years ago? Bitter? Yes, that's me.) Meanwhile I have no Christmas booze ups. That's right, not one.
So, all of you who are off out for Christmas drinkages think of bitter old me sat at home sucking a lemon, just to make my face look that little bit more sour.
22 comments:
I am SO GLAD you're blogging again! You make me feel normal...(please don't be insulted even though I'm aware that it's blatantly an insult). The brother/parent present thing is the old old story. He just can't be bothered to do the man thing and go out on Christmas eve and buy the first thing he sees. Tell him to buy your dad a fish. It'll be so exciting to see if it's a live goldfish complete with tank or a piece of mackeral. Exciting.
I had a horrendous long dream last night about having to go to a Christmas party and it being that night and trying to squeeze into a dress that I wore last year that was too small because well, I had a baby 4 months ago. Then trying to find a shop that was open at exactly 5.50pm so I could get something else. I woke up exhausted!
So I am glad I am on maternity leave and have no work parties. Next time I might have a problem.
We've had 4 invitations so far, but don't want to go to any of them as they are on Saturdays when Strictly and X Factor are on!!!!!! It makes too much tv watching if we sky plus them, so we are thinking of making excuses!!
Think of how clear your head will be the mornings after.....
All husbands are arses at Christmas, it's the law, didn't you get the memo ?
much love
ooh I didn't realise you were back - how lovely!
(my husband's an arse all year round, not just at Christmas)
xx MTJAM
Since quitting my job to work at home last year I no longer get invited out for Christmas parties.
Only the ones where the drink of choice is orange squash and the nibbles are marshmellows and smarties ...
Don't worry, I am not going to any Christmas parties either. My husband is meanwhile off for a 'conference' (ie jolly) in New Orleans for the weekend, party capital of America, while I sit at home playing marbles with the Littleboys. Shall we have a virtual bloggers' party?
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Funny, I was talking about this last night. Those magazines (Prima and that) give you such a complex when they tell you how to dress for the Christmas parties. Well, what parties?
Admittedly when i worked in the city, there was a pissup every night but the shine soons wears off.
xxxxx
Love the pic, my husbands an arse too and i'm not going to any christmas piss ups so we can be bitter togther.
I have no Christmas booze-ups either. We can grump together on Twitter while the husbands are out.
No parties for me either. Haven't been to one in years. I like NVG's idea about having a virtual one. It is the closest I shall get to a vast boozeup.
Besides, cleaning up puppy poo is way worse on a hangover...!
She looks like I feel!
Wait until we move to Surrey. We are going to have LOADS of Christmas do's. So many in fact that Mrs Rooney will be green with envy. My husband has to go to Sweden tomorrow, btw. For three days. And now pass me the lemon, please.
I'll suck a lemon with you so long as its soaked in Gin! I too have no parties now that Im not at work and i SOOO miss it! OH's company has one but no partners and to add insult to injury its at the hotel where we first got together. Sulk. We should organise a bloggers one in London next year... so I guess we should think about booking a venue, babysitters etc about now then? x
Bah humbug! Nice blogging, though.
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Reading this whilst coughing for England and summoning up the energy to put daughter to bed while husband is out on his staff Christmas do. I feel a bit "bah humbug" too!
PS Glad the lump turned out to be nothing serious.
I have to say I'm very impressed that he (your brother, a male) even thinks about a present. One of these years I am just going to say nowt and do nowt and see what happens to Christmas.
Love the pic!!! But you would look far more galm with a lemon in your gob than that my dear!
I have zero xmas party invites too. And no bloody family to spend christmas with, so there. Double dismal whammy. So I intend to celebrate in my tracksuit bottoms with a big fat pile of choclate beside me and moan that my hubs, who has, three frigging weeks off this christma, has faild to book us a nice trip to Florida or the carribbean.
bah humbug.
xx
very funny, Confused.
My Husband came on our office party and was pretty grumpy it has to be said.
The only way I ever get to go out is if I organise it!
Oh come ON. Surely you couldn't wish being married to Wayne Rooney on anyone?
MH - You are too kind although the fact I make you feel normal is not that reassuring.... He didn't buy my dad a fish, contrary to your advice.
Kelly, see, you can still remember your last CHristmas do, I am looking back at mine through rose tinted glasses and longing. Enjoy your lovely baby x
Diney - I agree, who wants to go out on a sat when you have Strictly and X factor? But now they are over...as arethe CHristmas parties, does that mean I have to make conversation with the husband?
Auntie - That memo passed me by. It would have made me feel a lot better. Husband is still an arse despite it not being CHristmas, is it because it's Jan? The worst month in the calendar? Missed that memo too.
MTJAM - Thank you, I feel reassured that I am not the only person who thinks her husband is an arse. He is nice sometimes but 60% arse, 40% OK. HOw about yours?
Tara - Hello there stranger! How are you?! I know those parties well. I go to LOTS of them. They don't serve alcohol though and finish by 5pm.
NVG - are you coming back to the UK ever?? Just wondered...
Jenny - Does the shine wear off? Really? I know the hangover doesn't seem to anymore. Always lasts a full day. I don't miss that one bit...
Wife Of Bold & MWA - Aw, good, nice to have some comrades. Now I have stopped sucking the lemon, I hope you have too...
Brit In Bosnia - Cleaning up puppy poo is not good in any condition. At least snow makes it easy to find.
That Girl - OK, you're in charge of the organising.
Working Mum - Hope the bah humbug ness has gone!
Expat - if you did nothing then you'd all be sat on Christmas day with nothing to open and nothing to eat, staring at each other. Try it, sounds fun.
Mom/Mum - not like you not to get a holiday if you want a holiday. Where did it all go wrong?
Frog - you are right, the only way out is to organise it yourself. Ho hum.
Iota - you are totally right. Wayne Rooney. Wrong on every level...
MM - I don't think you will be moving to surrey. *SOB*
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