Yeah, a whole year has gone by and 100% no change…we are DEFINITELY the crazy partying parents around these parts…
Or…not. Can you even remember a New Year’s Eve without kids? I vaguely recall a few things about it:
1. There were no mad dashes to Walmart to stock up on diapers before it closed at 6pm for the holiday. It mattered less if we ran out of Pampers because we didn’t need them.
2. My driving panic was less of the, “Ack! A drunk driver is going to crash into my new-ish minivan!” variety and more of the “Crap! I snagged my nylons. Is there a place I can discretely pull over to change them without someone thinking I’m giving them a peep show?”.
3. Staying up to see the ball drop at midnight was not an act of God. As in, it was semi-feasible.
4. Not as many of the fake ringing-in of the New Year events at 5pm at the community center with a bunch of screaming kids. In fact, there were none.
5. If I was going to waste a bunch of calories on grape juice, it would be alcoholic and definitely not have the “Welch’s” label on the bottle.
6. The next day didn’t feel like the March of the Walking Dead because I had dared to stay up past 9pm.
7. If I wanted to actually leave the house for the evening I wouldn’t have had to pay off some teenager at 3x her normal rate to watch my kids after having booked her 5 mo. in advance. I would have thrown a treat to the dog and just…walked out the door. And I could stay out past 10pm.
8. We could drink out of actual glassware without fear of little heads breaking it. Not that the discount plastic wine glasses aren’t super-nice.
9. Pigs-in-a-blanket was not always the hors d’oeuvres of choice.
10. When I kissed my husband at midnight, he wasn’t always asleep.
Again, this is just a vague recollection, so I could be off on a lot of these points. But it’s definitely possible that my husband and I won’t be blowing the top off of this New Year’s Eve.
Hey, my cozy heated mattress pad, latest issue of Star, and 9:30pm bedtime isn’t all bad, is it? Just say yes so I don’t feel totally lame about myself.