I once body swerved a Christmas lunch invite to the in-laws many years ago now.
Mr Gracey took the children anyway and it caused a bit of a ruckus.
I saw no ‘escape plan’ trapped in the stix and on ceremony with many traditions and heaps of etiquette to remember, and watch the p’s & q’s of three children.
Way back then I didn’t know why on that particular day I couldn’t cope with it.
I chose not to go.
The ‘fall out’ was spectacular.
I had a lovely quiet day walking my dog and taking it easy though.
(It was totally worth the myther)
I believed that Christmas Day had no escape routes. I’d have been stuck. Trapped. (Should I have gone)
For the past four or so years, I have focused on how to exit somewhere quickly (physically) shops, cafes, restaurants, GP practice, dentist bus, train and so on.
More recently I’ve discovered lying
Plausible excuses with an element of truth to them but not strictly black and white truth.
I can show my face and then leave early.
(Takes so much pressure off)