Bah Humbug

It’s less than a month til Christmas.  I love the festive period, but don’t love all the extra stress and pressure it puts on me to be suddenly well, happy and un-exhausted.  None of my 3 diseases actually knows it’s Christmas, so inconsiderately don’t take the whole of December off.

There’s only ever been the 3 of us for Christmas Day: me, my Mum and my Step-Dad.  My brothers have never invited any of us to their houses for Christmas dinner, or even Christmas tea come to that, which doesn’t bother me one iota but I know has at times upset my Step-Dad (their Dad).

This is how Christmas Day used to go for the three of us:

  • Christmas Eve my Mum and I would spend the afternoon peeling veggies and organizing food for the following day.  We both have EDS and Mum has severe Osteoporosis so by the end of it all both our backs would be breaking and my hands would have seized up.
  • On Christmas morning I’d be up early to walk the dog, then gather all my presents in a humongous dustbin liner and drive the 7 miles to my parent’s house.  Mum would already be busy in the kitchen or laying the table and barely have a minute to say hello.
  • We’d sit for coffee and mince pies at 10am, then start opening our presents, which would keep being interrupted by the phone ringing with the Grandkids telling my parents what they’d received off Santa, my Mum’s siblings from Australia and my Dad’s sister, plus my mobile text messaging alert pinging like a piece of knicker elastic.  And in amongst all that Mum would keep pottering backwards and forwards to the kitchen.  It was chaotic and more than a bit stressful.
  • By 11.30am the present mountain would be down to a present hill, but Mum would have to start putting the dinner on so she’d disappear for the next hour.  She’d have to make 3 different meals: turkey for my parents, beef for my Nanna as fowl upsets her stomach (more on her later) and a Quorn roast for me. My parents’ kitchen is so small you can virtually touch all 4 walls with outstretched arms, so offering to go in there to help or chat was like squeezing 5 elephants into a Mini.
  • Until last week my Nan lived in sheltered housing about half a mile from my parents’, so at 12.30pm on the dot she’d expect my Dad to drive round with her Christmas dinner on a tray.  Where he’d stop for an hour while she ate and then opened her presents.  Leaving my Mum stewing away at home that our dinner was going cold and getting spoiled – you know, the dinner she’d spent all morning slaving away to make. My poor Dad was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
  • After dinner we’d tidy away, stack the dishwasher then head out to visit my brothers.
  • By 4pm I’d be like a wilting lettuce, so would drag my arse home, get into bed and stay there til the following year.

About 5 years ago, after a particularly stressful, chaotic, exhausting and ultimately unfulfilling Christmas Day, I put my foot down.  Enough already, something had to give.  So we decided we were no longer doing a Christmas dinner.  Instead we would have home-made soup and sandwiches, which could be prepared the day before.  As far as my Nan went she could have a TV dinner and if her Daughter or any of her other 9 Grandchildren complained then they could cook her a proper meal – we’d done our bit for over 20 years.

The whole present situation was also out of hand.  I’d have to save up the entire year to get gifts for people I didn’t ever see, in some cases didn’t even like, and who earned 5 times my salary.  The effort of choosing, buying, wrapping and in many cases posting, all the gifts took me weeks and used up my energy reserve for the entire month.  So while I was on, I put my foot down about that too.  I now only buy for my parents and the dog – end of story.  OK, it means I barely receive any gifts but that’s the price I choose to pay.

This is how Christmas Day goes now:

  • Christmas Eve my Mum and I spend one hour preparing soup and sandwich fillings for the following day and the rest of the day lounging.
  • On Christmas morning I’m up early to walk the dog, then gather my half a dozen presents in a Tesco carrier bag and drive the 7 miles to my parent’s house.  Mum is calmly sitting on the sofa, coffee and mince pies at the ready.
  • We start opening our presents, which keeps being interrupted by the phone ringing with the Grandkids telling my parents what they’d received off Santa, my Mum’s siblings from Australia and my Dad’s sister but it no longer matters because we have all day!  I turn my bloody  mobile phone off until I get home at around 6pm.
  • This year, my Nan is in Residential Care and will be having roast beef and all the trimmings courtesy of the Care Home Chef, yayy 🙂
  • We will finish opening our prezzies, then have a leisurely lunch of soup and sandwiches followed by some gateaux.  There is virtually no washing up, so after lunch we can have a cuppa and open the After Eights and Ferrero Rocher.
  • In the afternoon my Dad will visit his sons, while Mum and I stay at home.  Sod ’em – they never visit me so I sure aint spending my precious energy visiting them.
  • I will toddle home late afternoon, just whenever I’m ready.  I will then spend the rest of Christmas Day on Facebook, or my phone chatting to my friends, inbetween watching Downton Abby and the Soaps on the telly.
  • On Boxing Day, we will go out to a Restaurant where a Chef will cook us a roast dinner with all the trimmings.  We will eat it, then leave all the washing up to him 😉

Now that’s what I call a Yuletide holiday!

You have no idea the relief of my new Christmas routine.  Gone is the stress, the exhaustion and the expense and in its place is a lovely relaxed month where all I have to do is write some cards and buy half a dozen gifts which I spend all of an hour wrapping.  I look forward to our stress-free Christmas Day and even more to our Boxing Day meal out.  And I no longer spend the week between Christmas and New Year in bed feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck.

Stuff what everyone else does.  Do what works for you.

 

 

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Bah Humbug

  1. Elizabeth Milo

    I’ve felt so guilty about missing everyone’s birthdays the last few years- nieces, nephews, brothers, sister, parents, two best friends – honestly, I haven’t managed even a card, but you’ve made me feel better. I do what I can do and maybe one day I’ll be able to do again.

    Btw, do you have problems with leftovers or have you buy freshly-slaughtered meat or worry about meat from a restaurant? Are you fine with caffeine, tea and chocolate? What about coconut? I started salivating at the thought of tea with After Eights and FR (don’t make me spell that!)… 🙂

    Like

    Reply
    1. bertieandme Post author

      Like you say, you can only do what you can do. I missed most of my Nan’s funeral and the whole of one of my niece’s Christenings as I was too unwell to attend, but it wasn’t through choice. It’s hard not to feel guilty though.

      Re food: I’m mostly a leaker not a shocker so don’t have to be as rigid with food as a shocker would be. I eat leftovers every day! I don’t have the energy to cook my main meal every single day of my life, so I make enough for 2 people and re-heat it the next day which means I only have to cook every other day. However, I don’t eat meat and would be more concerned about reheating meat due to its very high histamine content. I would *never* reheat fish! Reheating veggies and beans etc. isn’t good in terms of histamine either, but I can only do what I can do – either I eat that way or I don’t eat some days :-/

      I’m a tea drinker – I loathe coffee. All the diets say black tea is a DAO reducer, but I can’t find any research to support this – I’ve no idea where it’s come from? I seriously couldn’t get through my life without tea, but I’ve always drunk de-caf because of my insomnia issues.

      Coconut isn’t high in histamine according to any of the lists I follow, and I’m fine with it.

      I don’t eat chocolate as a rule, and make my desserts and biscuits with carob, however I’ll have the odd After Eight on special occasions – it’s not going to overflow my histamine bucket to have 3 chocolates twice a year. I’ll also eat a couple of mince pies over Christmas, despite the fact they contain dried fruit – again, not going to kill me so long as I don’t eat a dozen in one go, or eat them every day for a fortnight (which I’m tempted to do 😉 ).

      I’m planning on doing a post about eating out in the next week x

      Like

      Reply
  2. Jill Jarvis

    Absolutely the right thing to do. Why dread the festive days coming up when you’re supposed to be looking forward to it? If others can’t see for themselves the effort put into it all and don’t care how much you suffer afterwards then there’s no point. Mine is purposely a very no stress day.I’m right behind you…….apart from, well, you know……it is Christmas…… so….not being able to open your pressies as soon as you wake up is not fair 😉

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s