So, I despise New Years Eve. I hate it, loath it, and wish it didn't exist. Mainly, cause I'm a loser and I hate crowds and the hype and the pressure to have some kind of fabulous plan for the evening. I've tried staying home and pretending it doesn't exist. That was a bad year, I felt more like a loser than anything else. And now that I have children, finding something fun to do with them is even more difficult. We had an invitation to go to a friends house for the night, but a thousand other people were invited and we'd have to bring the kids. The thought of so many people jammed in a house, with kids to keep an eye on and entertain while tired and crabby (me, not the kids), has me saying, NO THANKS.
So, as usual, here we are the day before and me asking Scott, "What do you want to do tomorrow?" I don't know, same thing we do every Wednesday night? Complain that there's nothing good on TV and go to bed at 9:30. Sleep is always an option.
No comments:
Post a Comment