I hear ya on this rant, My Christmas Eve was NIGHTMARE!
I took the baby, 7 months old, to my grandmother's, they usually do things at 5, but everyone headed out there early and called me at the last minute. I didn't get there until almost 5, with the bad weather and getting the gifts together and the kids ready.
Well.....my family drinks alot.....I mean ALOT!
By the time I got there they had killed 3 cases of beer and 4 bottles of wine.
Two of my cousins were singing Christmas carols.......have you ever heard drunk people sing Christmas carols???? It was HORRID!
The baby was terrified and crying most of the time I was there and the house was packed so there was nowhere to go to get away from the chaos. By the time we were ready to leave, the baby would just see one of the drunken singing cousins come near him and he would cry!
Christmas day wasn't much fun either, we got up and opened gifts here, I helped get the food going for dinner, then had to leave to go to the yet another family deal. They only had sandwiches for their food and by the time I got back home all the food was cold.
I love Christmas, but I hate the running and commotion!