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Worst Holiday Meltdown
I am sure most people out there have had a moment where they just lost it. Either flipped at someone, or broke down into tears. And looking back at that moment, you can laugh about it and think "WOW, can't believe I really did that."
So, what is your worst holiday meltdown?
Re: Worst Holiday Meltdown
So, here is mine. Several years ago my EXFI and I were having his family and mine over for Christmas Eve desserts. I had worked that day and spent the rest of the afternoon/early evening running around like a nut. Well, I broke a cardinal rule, NEVER make an "untested" recipe for the first time when you are expecting guest. I tried making a French Silk Pie. I followed the directions to a T. It never set!(I have tried numerous times since, just doesn't work) So, I thought that it just needed more time, put it back in the freezer.
Had a crap time sleeping that night, the stress from the day, trying to fugure out what went wrong wtih the pie, hoping it would be ok for taking to my aunt's the next and the joys of Aunt Flo being around for a vist. Got approximately 4 hours of sleep that night.
Get to my aunt's it STILL hasn't set. I am at this point frustrated, upset and failing like a super failure. When my poor, older, and perfect(in my head, i have always looked up to her) cousin, just to get me to laugh about it, cause she sees I am about ready to bust into tears, throw her arm around me and says, "So, you F'ed up the dessert." I shrug her arm off me and run into the bathroom, tears streaming down my face, and lock the door!
Takes my mom and my aunt several minutes to calm me down. My cousin apologizes, she did truly just want to lighten me up.
We all now joke about it. There have been times where soemone will say things will be fine as long as no one locks themselves in the bathroom.
Over TG this year we were staying at ILs for 4 days. DH was in the woods most of the time hunting so I was on DS duty at his parent's house or in town if I wanted to 'get away'. Friday morning after 2 days of little sleep (as all 3 of us share a room when we visit) and 2 days of family fun I was ready for quiet time. MIL/FIL had gone shopping that morning so I figured I'd get some alone time with DS. Nope - just as I started feeding him breakfast MIL/FIL came home and said 'oh, we're going to sleep now'. Um okay, I realize they had gotten up super early to shop but try keeping a 10 month old quiet in a small ranch style house. Nope.
So we left for a few hours, came back and I figured DS could have some crawling time. Nope. MIL/FIL decided to nap in the living room when I was trying to let DS tire himself out crawling. So, instead of hiding in our small bedroom I packed our stuff for the evening, loaded the car and called DH tp tell him when he was done in the woods we weren't going to be there.
In the meantime BIL took pity on me and let me hang out there. The other BIL/SIL invited us over for dinner so we could have some down time at their house. When I picked up DH MIL commented 'I didn't know you had left, I thought you were napping'. I just looked at her and said 'Well you were sleeping in the living room and DS was being noisy so I got him out of your way'.
It was rude, it was petty but who naps in the living room when you have company? (there was lots more behind this but this was the icing on the cake).
Last Christmas, BIL came for 3 weeks to stay with us. SIL came a week later and also stayed for 3 weeks. A month with guests, even if SIL didn't stay with us. For 2 of those weeks, DH and I had to work, so while we wre up every morning at 6am, they slept in until 9/9:30am. They were bored. We were exhausted from working, and when we got home at 3:30pm, we wanted to crash. They wanted to "play" or go somewhere.
This went on for 2 weeks, then we got a break for a week while visiting my family, then continued for a week when we got back.
At one point, BIL and SIL went to MIL's house for a bit, and I absolutely lost it. I literally cried for an hour, then yelled at DH for a while about how we will NEVER again have houseguests for so long, then cried somemore, then fell asleep. It was the worst.Christmas.ever. I don't recall having ever been so exhausted in my life.
Oh, and it was 4 weeks of practically no sex. Do you know what that can DO to a girl?
I had a meltdown the second year that DH and I were dating.
My family always had a fun Christmas morning, waking up early and looking to see what Santa brought, going through stockings and opening gifts. Even when my mom had to work that day (nurse), we managed to start the day our usual way.
DH had moved out of his parent's house, into an apartment, but I convinced him that he should stayat his parents house and spend Christmas morning with his family. Even if he had to sleep on a couch because they turned his room into a train layout.
Christmas morning, after we were finished with our fun, my mom left forwork so I called him to see what was going on at his parents house. No one was up yet, so he invited me over to wait with him and share their morning. After waiting for something like 2 1/2 hours, his younger brother and sister finally got up. They walked into the living room, and because it was saturday, went straight to the tv to turn on cartoons. They didn't even poke around the presents or anything. Then the coffemaker (on a timer) went off, and they took coffee to their parents, who were still in bed. Then they refilled the cups for them. I couldn't believe how long it took them to get up. By this time I could barely stand it. I wanted to see them open their presents, and couldn't believe the kids weren't going crazy waiting.
Their parents finally got up, wished us a Merry Christmas, and his mom went into the kitchen, came out to the dining room, where dh's dad was now seated, and asked him how he wanted his eggs cooked.
That was when I totally lost it. I believe I said something like "What is wrong with you people? It's Christmas! You aren't supposed to be eating breakfast or watching TV...you should be opening your presents to see what you got from each other and having fun...."
They all just looked at me, without saying a word.
Then dhs mom quietly instructed the younger brother and sister to pass out the presents (which, btw, I didn't think any had my name on them), wake up older bil, and everyone sat down and opened them, and had a nice time. Then she made breakfast.lol
It was a defining moment in our relationship, and every year the gifts were more thoughtful and the holiday was more fun. I would like to think that I opened their eyes a little that day, and contributed a little to the changes in the way my inlaws approached the day, even if they thought that I was a lunatic. I think I helped bring some fun that had been missing from their holiday since the grandparents had passed away and showed them affection and gratitude in ways that they weren't used to. My mil told my mother that she thought that I would be just as excited to open a wrapped box of kleenex as anything else, and that I would be just as pleased, grateful with it as the other gifts.lol
My bils and sil and both very into Christmas and family....quite a change from when they were young. It's kind of fun to see what each sil that has married into the family has added to the equation, and how different their Christmas celebrations with their children are different than when dh and his siblings were growing up.
I have had absolutely no Christmas spirit at all this year, and that story for some reason just brought tears to my eyes, and I want to go hug my family. Thanks!
This would really upset me, too.
One year, I researched forever and bought DH a fancy MP3 player (he refuses to use Apple products). I was so proud of the research I had done and excited to see him open the one I finally settled on.
Well, the package came in the mail, addressed to me, and he opened it. I came home and he told me he had opened it and that it wasn't exactly what he wanted, and I should not have spent so much money. I was crushed. This was our first married Christmas-- 4 years ago-- and I'm still upset about it!
This would really upset me, too.
One year, I researched forever and bought DH a fancy MP3 player (he refuses to use Apple products). I was so proud of the research I had done and excited to see him open the one I finally settled on.
Well, the package came in the mail, addressed to me, and he opened it. I came home and he told me he had opened it and that it wasn't exactly what he wanted, and I should not have spent so much money. I was crushed. This was our first married Christmas-- 4 years ago-- and I'm still upset about it!
Glad I'm not the only one out there!
I guess he and I will both learn over time, chalk it up to first christmas married
I was supposed to meet my ex and his family for Christmas with his relatives. I had spent Christmas with both sides of my family the days before. We were having major problems in our relationship, but agreed to put on a good front for the families and deal with the issues after wards. He didn't show for my family's christmas. On the day we were supposed to meet up he called me and said that the families decided to meet elsewhere and his family was so upset they decided not to go. (Who does that?)
In front of my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins, I started screaming into the phone that they probably were going to Christmas and he just didn't want me to come a long because of all the problems we were having (I was 20, not that it justifies things). He just hung up the phone. I locked myself in my grandma's spare bedroom until my mom and aunt suggested we go out for a while.
When we broke up three weeks later, he admitted that he didn't want a scene at his family christmas since they were pressuring him to propose, and we were having problems to begin with.