Two years ago, we were invited to a friends' house for "A New Year's Eve Kids' Bash." This event was such a success, that this year will mark the third annual event. Our friends' graciously open their doors and their home to an average of 11 kids and 10 adults. They provide the bulk of the food and the activities. Everyone provides the fun.
For many of us, gone are the days of fun parties, clubs and, quite frankly, just staying up to midnight. Why was it a good idea to have kids? I'm just kidding! Plus honestly, these days, staying up to midnight can be a feat and that has to do with getting older not having kids!
However, now that we do have kids, our New Year's Eve plans have definitely taken a different turn. I'm always keeping my ear out for fun New Year's Eve plans and recently have had a couple conversations about First Night.
A couple years ago we took our then four year old and 18 month old to First Night Worcester. I had been to First Night Evanston (IL) a couple times before having kids and enjoyed it. I suspected that it would be similar. Of course the key phrase was "before having kids and enjoyed it"!
My kids have never rung in the New Year at its appointed time.
Heck, last year was one of the first in recent memories where I made it to midnight before conking out.
This year we'll attend a friend's party where the new year will be rung in at 7pm with more fanfare then most First Night celebrations. Then, after apologizing profusely for the mess left in her home, we'll leave, drive home and promptly tuck our rugrats into bed.
I don't think I'll make it much longer after them.
So what do you do?
Do you put on your game face and stay up until midnight? Do you get a sitter and go out? Do you let the kids stay up with the promise not to light the house on fire, and sneak off to bed?
I used to say the kids had to go to bed because they'd never make it to twelve. But now that they have way more energy than I, it won't be long before they are tucking me into bed first before heading out.
There was a time, however brief, that I possessed a chest. It may not have been bountiful, but it was not board-like, either. The first sign of increased cup size manifested itself shortly before the birth of my daughter and lasted through a single suckling year. The bounty returned with my second child. Twenty months later, it is beginning to recede again as my son cuts back to a 2- or 3-times-a-day nursing schedule. Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my boobs the most.
I know it’s kind of late in the game (what can I say, I’m a procrastinator), but I’m hoping you get this letter in time for the BIG DAY.
My list is rather short this year. In fact, I don’t really need anything at all. I’ve got a pretty good thing going: healthy children, a loving husband, a roof over my head and bills that are paid.
So, just so we’re clear, this is not a complaint letter.
But there is one little thing I was hoping for this year (besides a complete kitchen renovation because who are we kidding?). I don’t even know if you have the ability to pull this one off, but here it goes…
Health, happiness, a good movie, and to take the kids to a Chinese restaurant for dinner!
For us non Christians, there isn't much else to do on Christmas but go to the movies and go out to eat Chinese afterwards. It's such a Jewish tradition that the restaurant we frequent is usually packed with people lining up out the door. The local theatres are overwhelmed with huge crowds and a lot of people who know each other and need to yell "hello" over crowds of people.