She woke us up at 5:51am this morning. I promptly told her to not wake up her brother and to get her ass back in bed. Clint and I had some serious stomach issues on Christmas Eve, and after categorically trying to pinpoint what it was that we both ate that would give us The Gas, we decided it was our choice of the Liquid Diet. He only had two beers, but I went ahead and had a little bit of everything.
Before retreating back into her bedroom, where of course, she had Finn already awake, I asked her, "Did you see anything down there?"
"Yes, Santa brought me my CLONE TROOPER HELMET!"
She is not a Star Wars Fan, nor is she into helmets, and yet...this is the one thing she wanted. GO figure!
We decided an hour was enough torture, so we dragged ourselves down, The Gas and all, at 6:30am. The Woods came by, as is tradition, around 8:30 so the kids could open their gifts together. After that, we went to Steve's sister house for breakfast, bad breath, pajamas and all.
We were expected at B's mom's house at 12pm. We got there at 1:30pm. Whoops. Opened MORE presents (got a fantastic L.A.M.B. purse from Mom-in-Law, love you!!!), and then had to get on the road to get to AZ.
I had my typical meltdown before we left, as the house was trashed, but B was very patient with me and helped me clean up a bit. Finally, we loaded the car up and got out of Corona at 7pm.
The kids fell asleep on the way, and lucky them, the rain and wind didn't bother them at all. We drove into Phoenix around 1am their time - rain up to our ankles, but safe. Let the festivities begin!
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