Christmas Report...
So. Today...
I woke up at 8:50am, wondering why I couldn't hear anyone doing anything. I lay there feeling just immensely calm. It was nice.
Got up at 9:00am. Got crashed into by Lissy at 9:01am. Got my legs distangled from her arms by 9:03am.
The present opening went well, starting with the presents my sisters opened upstairs and later (when mum and Chris (their dad) had got up) the ones downstairs from various family members. I opened my three, very slowly, with them downstairs.
The first (from my Grandad) is a pink denim bag. It's small but holds quite alot (including a big box of Cadbury's Roses, tested this afternoon by taking some to my sister's house this afternoon), so it's forgiven for being pink. Inside the bag was a hat, which I will have to take a picture of for people to appriciate. Seriously.
The second is from my Auntie Fiona and is a lovely jewellery box.
The third is the slightly infamous 'yellow present' from my dad and stepmum. It turned out to be orangey-yellow and from Lush. 'Happy Hippy' shower gel, 'Lemslip' body butter and a smiley-face soap (yes, with a smiley face on it).
By 9:55am I was back in bed crying my eyes out. I lasted less than an hour before feeling down again. I spent over half an hour laid there just trying to get it all out.
By the time I got back downstairs everyone else was ready to go out to Chris's mum's house. After they left I had a bath with the Lush stuff while listening to positive, encouraging K-Love, which made me feel alot better (Cross Rhythms was having a discussion and I decided that was a bad idea).
My dad picked me up to go to my sister's house at 1:25pm. Lots of food and my sister made profiteroles ^_^ She also gave me some Bucks Fizz and a few chocolates for Christmas. And then I came home and ate some mince pies for no apparent reason (and started to drink the Bucks Fizz, which has so far taken over an hour.
And now Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone is just finishing as I'm writing this.
So yeah, that's been my Christmas.
I woke up at 8:50am, wondering why I couldn't hear anyone doing anything. I lay there feeling just immensely calm. It was nice.
Got up at 9:00am. Got crashed into by Lissy at 9:01am. Got my legs distangled from her arms by 9:03am.
The present opening went well, starting with the presents my sisters opened upstairs and later (when mum and Chris (their dad) had got up) the ones downstairs from various family members. I opened my three, very slowly, with them downstairs.
The first (from my Grandad) is a pink denim bag. It's small but holds quite alot (including a big box of Cadbury's Roses, tested this afternoon by taking some to my sister's house this afternoon), so it's forgiven for being pink. Inside the bag was a hat, which I will have to take a picture of for people to appriciate. Seriously.
The second is from my Auntie Fiona and is a lovely jewellery box.
The third is the slightly infamous 'yellow present' from my dad and stepmum. It turned out to be orangey-yellow and from Lush. 'Happy Hippy' shower gel, 'Lemslip' body butter and a smiley-face soap (yes, with a smiley face on it).
By 9:55am I was back in bed crying my eyes out. I lasted less than an hour before feeling down again. I spent over half an hour laid there just trying to get it all out.
By the time I got back downstairs everyone else was ready to go out to Chris's mum's house. After they left I had a bath with the Lush stuff while listening to positive, encouraging K-Love, which made me feel alot better (Cross Rhythms was having a discussion and I decided that was a bad idea).
My dad picked me up to go to my sister's house at 1:25pm. Lots of food and my sister made profiteroles ^_^ She also gave me some Bucks Fizz and a few chocolates for Christmas. And then I came home and ate some mince pies for no apparent reason (and started to drink the Bucks Fizz, which has so far taken over an hour.
And now Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone is just finishing as I'm writing this.
So yeah, that's been my Christmas.