I had a great Christmas, and I hope you all did too. 
Christmas day was fabulous and I got much more than I wanted/expected (the only thing I wanted was a Kindle and my parents were so generous and bought me one). We had several people over throughout the day and I wasn’t anxious at all about that. I found myself feeling a little anxious at times but I think it was actually excitement and I was misinterpreting it – this happened on my birthday too.
My mum woke me up about two hours earlier than I usually wake up (she gets so excited about Christmas, bless her) so I was tired, so I would probably have been even less anxious had I woken naturally. Though I got up early I still went to bed around the usual time.
On Boxing day I had to get up early again for the pram race I mentioned in the last post. So once again I was groggy but I also had a headache. Then, while brushing my teeth, I threw up. Not actually while I had the toothbrush in my mouth – that would have been really gross 
but just as I picked up my mouthwash. Despite this, I still went. We went to my aunt and uncle’s first as they live a few minutes from where it was starting, and while we were there I felt really ill still (nausea and headache) and said I’d rather stay there. My mum was disappointed as for some reason she really wanted me to go, but said it was OK (because for some reason, she feels it’s her decision where I go and what I do). My sister didn’t want to go either (just because she wasn’t keen on the idea) so she stayed with me and we just sat in their living room for an hour or so watching TV and playing with our new gadgets (hers was a 3DS, if you were wondering 
).
My family came back and my dad came back to our area to pick up my grandparents – and I was a little annoyed at this as he said I couldn’t stay at home during the pram race because he wasn’t going to drive all the way back to pick me (and probably my sister) up. I could have got a little extra sleep and possibly felt better.
Anyway, we were there for seven hours. Seven hours is the longest time I’ve ever been around someone else’s house (unless I was staying there) without panicking at some point. I think it was more about the atmosphere and the fact my aunt and uncle make you feel really at home, rather than it being because I’m less anxious. However, I had got up early and wasn’t feeling very well so I’m going to count it as a success.
