What I’m doing for New Year’s Eve

When I was a junior in high school, I went to an epic New Year’s Eve party.

It was reminiscent of a John Hughes movie. And it was awesome.

I spent the next fifteen years or so expecting and creating big things on New Year’s Eve.

Then I had kids.

This year we actually got invited to a party. The kids, too.

I replied to the e-vite with a HELL YES! as soon as I got it.

And then today came.

Three of the kids have colds. The other three are okay.

But the thought of keeping them all up until midnight and then having to deal with them tomorrow, no matter how healthy they are, well, I didn’t have it in me to deal with that.

Sure, we could have gone to the party and left before midnight.

But what fun is that?

And I know myself.

I’d drink three or nine glasses of wine.

Then I’d be hungover tomorrow and my kids would totally suck.

I just don’t want to start my year off that way.

So I texted my friend and told her we just weren’t going to make it.

I thought about doing some really fun stuff tonight with the kids. You know, game night or like a Chopped, New Year’s Eve edition with the kids in two teams.

But I didn’t have that in me either.

Nope.

I just wanted to put my pajamas on. Maybe have a glass of wine or a beer and watch the Family Stone or Love Actually, doodle a little in my bullet journal, and think about the direction I want my life to take in this upcoming year.

I want to start 2016 off with a clear head. And with kids who aren’t sleep deprived and total a-holes all day tomorrow.

So just in case you didn’t do anything and you feel like you should be banging pots and pans outside at midnight or something, don’t worry. You’re not the only party pooper out there.

I was in my pajamas by 8pm.

But tomorrow morning, I’ll be up way before 8 am.

And I’ll be bright eyed, and bushy tailed, and ready to embrace 2016.