Merry fucking Christmas. I hate family Christmases.
- Father stayed at Sister’s last night and drove her home at lunchtime. They picked up food. This apparently excuses Sister from being a douche, taking a 2.5 hour nap, and now thinks she’s being cute and funny by making a shitty playlist*
- Mother and I were kept up for hours last night due to a faulty alarm on a business nearby. We were up at 7am to go into town to pick up last minute things, before coming home: Mum hasn’t stopped cooking, I’ve wrapped presents, done bits and pieces, cleaned, organized, performed last-minute craft, wrangled animals...
- I NEVER GET A BREAK XMAS EVE. My sister flits around every year like you are SUPPOSED TO, doing less than nothing but if I get caught sitting, I get a god-damn lecture about cleaning.
- I REFUSE to fucking listen to a single Christmas song curated by my sister after the year she played the same 6 Hanson Christmas songs for 5 goddamn hours, and when I asked if we could switch it to my Hilary Duff holiday CD, both Mum and Sister screamed bloody murder at me, wouldn’t speak to me, and left me to decorate the tree alone beCAUSE I WAS BEING UNREASONABLE ABOUT WANTING TO CHANGE THE MUSIC.
- I refuse to wrap my own presents, so that’s so goddamn pointless. Just once it would be nice to get a surprise present, but that doesn’t happen because my sister won’t lift a goddamn finger for anyone but herself and buys the WORST goddamn presents (I got a mouse pad for my birthday.) So I basically buy my own presents and get to unwrap them. (Though, LOL, I ordered myself a new mixer because mine is so dead, and had them giftwrap it and I plan to open it tomorrow because I am so excited. The card even says ‘To Me Big Fan Love Me’.)
- Last year, my mother made me cry because I asked her a question whilst she was vacuuming, and iced the cupcakes on a moving box on the balcony. Like, sobbing. Because of some fucking cupcakes that my uncle shovelled in his mouth at 100 miles an hour.
- My mother is usually awesome, but she takes on way too much thanks to Father and Sister, and then takes out her stress on me. I’m tired of it. My father uses gaslighting and manipulation to turn Christmas into this HUGE thing, and every year I try to fix it. Every year I fail.
- If Sister puts on her apron AT ANY TIME TOMORROW, I’m barricading myself in my bedroom.
