New Years is not a holiday I go crazy for.
My parents would always make a nice dinner and pop some champagne as a kid, but there was no fervor to go out and party, there was no press to be crazy at the house. I don’t recall a lot of importance being placed on NEW YEARS!!!!!
But none the less today is New Years Eve.
The Eve of the new year.
A new year means to me that I need to remember to put 08 on things instead of 07.
It means that tomorrow, a holiday for most, is my lovely man’s birthday.
It means that while K is sound asleep in her bed, like a fuddy duddy, I will be irritated by the midnight fireworks and bottle rockets that will invariably be set off because I will worry that they will wake her up and it may be hard to get her back to sleep.
I’m such a mom on New Years Eve.
But I’ve pretty much always been this way. I’ve never been a big party animal for this kind of thing. I prefer to save my wild and crazy nights for the times that most of the world is quietly oblivious to my good time.
Also, I’m not so much one for resolutions. I tend to consider this; If it’s something that needs to be done I should just go ahead and do it now, then, whenever it arises… not just wait for the year to roll over to something new.
I’m a total downer right?
Okay, I’ll let you in on a little secret…
I don’t hate New Years Eve. At all.
But I don’t like it for any of the reasons most people do.
It marks the end of a crazy season. As much as I like a certain amount of chaos… I like my normal brand of chaos not the crazy sugar, feast, consumer induced brand of chaos.
And yes I know I spent a month talking about how much I love Christmas. I do love it. Until the 26th and then I am done for 11 months.
So in a completely not grumpy way…
Happy New Year!
until next year – xoxo CamiKaos