Quoting Novelidea:" Me, too. Never had to deal with back and forth bullsmurf. He needs to buck up and stick to the deal. ... [snip!] ... Not to mention making her leave all her new things right after she opens them because we need to be somewhere on time."
Yeah that's the part I hate. I don't wnat them to open their Christmas presents and then be like "Ok, now that you have seen them off we go!"
When I was a kid we all converged on my aunty's MASSIVE house and had a big family Christmas, but there were never any fathers around except for two of my cousins and they had them Christmas morning then dropped them off. Seemed easy to me.
Plus, I don't want to have to haul two young kids everywhere. I would have to get up on Christmas Day, make a nice Christmas breakfast, open presents, then get kids dressed and ready, put them in the pram, walk to mums, spend some time there then put them in a car where they will fall asleep from the excitement, listen to SOs mum bitch about how they are asleep and we might as well go home because she only wanted to see the kids anyway and I couldn't keep them awake for her and how inconsiderate is that, then have them be grumpy for awhile while SOs mum bitches about how grumpy they are and I must be a bad mum for not being able to control them, when her kids were younger they never acted this way blah blah blah then put them in a car to go home where they will be too excited and won't go to sleep until midnight.
God I hate Christmas.