Six bathroom stops. One milkshake break. Three dirty diaper changes. Eighty dollars in gas. Sixteen hours in a mini-van. And I’m finally home for Christmas.
We slept in this morning – well, if you call 8AM “in.” Thank God for Nonnie and Geedaddy (aka, mom and dad). My sister Lindy and her three kids will be over soon and then it’s a week of food and family…and dates with free baby sitting. Its tempting just to stay.
Hope your Christmas as good as ours will be.
See you again on January 2 – unless something extremely shlogworthy goes down.