I have been thinking of what our Christmas day will consist of this week. A day in Pj’s playing in the living room with the boy and his new toys, great meals and treats, a bottle of wine by the fire after the boy goes to bed.
Last night Mike comes home and tells me we have been invited to a co-workers house. Christmas Day! Who does that? Okay, nice people obviously. Who wants to spend a holiday with coworkers? 4th of July okay but Christmas? He tells me that I have meet them both but I can’t place either of them. He promises it will be nice. I don’t doubt that it will be. It’s another couple who don’t have any family near them. This is really a very nice gesture, which is exactly why Mike felt he had to accept*.
I know it’s just the 3 of us and that Nate won’t ever remember this day but it is our first Christmas as a family (alone) and this is not what I had in mind. Add to it that I’m in charge of dessert.
It could turn out to be a nice time but right now I’m a little bitter. I don’t want to spend a holiday with strangers. I want to spend it with my family, at home.
*He did ask me first and I said Okay-