Postponing Christmas

You don't need to do much digging to find out that I am big into Christmas. I love the lights and decorations and buying presents for other people. I love seeing family all together because its rare that all of us are in the one place these days. I have always been home for Christmas and most years I have been home at some point Christmas Eve. This is my second year working in a Social Care job so it should come as no surprise that this year I will be working over Christmas. 

 That's not the worst part of this story. Not only am I working for Christmas but I am working nights over Christmas. For lots of people this would not be a huge issue because they could get by on a few hours sleep and salvage the rest of the day but I am not one of those people. Anyone who has read my blog posts from long ago (well over a year ago) will be well aware that I am afflicted with something I like to call marshmallow brain after waking nights. I need loads of sleep but I can never get enough and when I do wake I am fuzzy and incoherent. There are few intelligible sentences and possibly some crying. 
I got offered more regular hours in work with the caveat that I also have to my fair share of nights, that being a month every three to four months. I readily agreed as the uncertainty of relief hours was not something I was coping well with. I quickly determined I would be starting my nights on the 19th December (two weeks time, not that I am counting) and that meant I would be working the weekend 23/24/25 and I have been adjusting to this fact ever since.

 Here lies my quandary, I am working Christmas Eve so I could go to my parents place on Christmas day but I will be like a zombie. Their house will be super noisy so there is not a hope in hell that I would get any sleep. Now I would suck it up and nap later in the day if it wasn't for the fact that I am also working Christmas night so I'd need to be in a fit state to drive to work and also survive my third night shift in a row. After much thought and general feeling sorry for myself I have made a decision to postpone Christmas. I will get some sleep and have a mini Christmas with the boyfriend. If I am up to sentences I might even ring the family. We'll have a sort of Christmas dinner, exchange gifts and maybe watch a Christmas movie. He'll head out to friends as I go to work and then on Stephens day Ill drive down when I finish my shift and soldier through as much of the day as I can. I don't know will it be postponing Christmas or extending it but I may as well get used to the idea. I plan on extending my career in social care and working the days no one else does comes as part of the package 

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