Orrrrrrr the opposite of all that.
Total lie. I was asleep in bed by 11:45pm. (That’s right, I made it that far and decided it wasn’t worth it to watch a freaking ball drop.) I scheduled the post so we could ring in the new year together but in reality? I was snoring on my pillow at midnight.
I’m going to blame the 4 hour (roundtrip) drive to pick up the boys from their weekend with Grandma and Grandpa and just the general holiday travel exhaustion catching up with me. When we arrived home at 3pm, the boys hadn’t seen the snow we got here in Kentucky so they immediately wanted to play in the yard and make a snowman.
I wasn’t a total hermit though, we did go over to some good friends’ house for a few hours. We ate and played games and even took the kids, who behaved well if you don’t count the ornament that mysteriously broke during our visit. I spent the whole time in a general haze, kinda out of it, wondering if I could sneak under the table for a quick nap.
When we got home, we put the boys to bed (around 9pm), I made up a little loaf of artisan bread for snacking (I made the dough earlier), and we watched the horrifically awful live New Year’s Eve shows from Times Square. About an hour into that, I was over it, feeling the start of a migraine, and I fell asleep on the couch during Carmen Electra’s “performance.” My last words I said before I fell asleep: ”Wow, they’ll let anyone have a microphone….Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz” I was in bed by 11:45pm (so close!) and I recall waking right around midnight to hear fireworks? gunshots? celebrating the New Year but we were both too far gone to care.
I’m not sure if I should feel sad that my New Year’s Eve was so boring and lame or just chalk it up to one of those things that’s never the same once you have young kids. I don’t want to be someone who never does anything fun anymore but while we had planned for it to be fun, it just didn’t pan out as expected. It’s not as though I had many wild and crazy New Year’s parties in the past, so I don’t feel a sense of longing for any younger party days.
Oh well. The ball dropped, right? I’ve seen it before, I get it. Here’s to 2013 and many nights asleep by midnight!