Boxing Day. What does this holiday even mean? I think Harry Potter does it. But how do we unwind after the holiday?
I don’t know what Boxing Day is. I am not a Harry Potter fan (throw eggs if you must). However, I can discuss unwinding after the holidays without referencing muggles or magic so I shall.
The day after Christmas this year was less than relaxing. I was fighting a pretty bad cold, we were driving back to Alexandria from Manchester and we got a late start.
A regularly 5.5hr drive took us 11.
It was miserable. Mark and I managed to keep it together for the first seven hours. After that, it was…tense.
And there were tissues. So many tissues.
The highlight (for me) was stopping at Friendlys for dinner. It was delicious. Every buttery, cheesy, glutenous (yes, gluten-ous, though gluttonous would probably work, too) bite.
We arrived home sometime around 11-11:30pm with Sam Adams in tow after scooping him from his Aunties’ house and we threw everything down and went to bed; cuddled together like a family.
That part was heaven.
Photo Credit: Auntie Jaime