Christmas is stressful.

I swear to god i just can't cope with the festive season. And the fact that it begins in about August makes me all the more prone to get fustrated and bored with it.
Firstly, there's the weather. Don't get me wrong i adore the snow. However my mother does not. And unless she takes me anywhere at about 4 miles an hour i have to walk. Which would be ok, except when all my shoes have no grip, i have a tendancy to fall over infront of strangers.

So i get in, and there waiting for me are presents to wrap. My wrapping skills leave much to be desired. But this year i can only blame myself. I have picked very awkwardly shaped presents and 17p wrapping paper that rips whenever you touch it. And then theres cards, the fact that you always get one of someone you don't know or haven't planned for and apart from stalking them to find out their address you can't give one back to. Leaving a horrible feeling of guilt gnawing at you, convinced they think you're Ebineezer Scrooge's long lost great grand daughter. Also, very irritatingly, I have about 4 envelopes floating round in my room that i accidentally sealed without putting the card in. Genius. I know.

And then there's Christmas itself. I've counted 6 arguments so far between our family over who is going where and with who. And thats just counting the big ones. I think when we have to spend time with people were related to, we just get naturally irritated. Also i never have a clue what to wear over christmas. I'm supposed to be wearing a dress. Supposed to be. The fact that its tiny and i have the feeling i'm going to look like a twat (well more than i usually do) in it are big factors in my decision to wear it or just screw it and go in sweats. At least then i'll have room for christmas pudding.

But even after that rant i know i'm going to enjoy it all. Even if it kills me. And if all else fails i'll just lie in bed with booze in an IV drip and a constant supply of chocolate.

Merry Christmas