I've never been one for a big New Year's celebration. Oh, I tried when I was younger. In elementary school I would spend the night at Rennie's house and we would make our own confetti and stay up until midnight and have a big celebration. I honestly don't remember what I did in junior high and high school, but in college I would reunite with my high school friends and find a party and try to make the best of it. As I entered the "real world" I found that New Year's just didn't really excite me. I was more worried about somebody slamming into me on my way home than about where the best party was going to be. Luckily I found somebody who feels the same way.
I'm not one of those people who gets wrapped up in the day. I'm more about the event itself. I don't care if Charlie is out of town on Valentine's Day, because that doesn't make or break our relationship. We're in it for the long haul, whether there is a Valentine's Day or not. The same goes for birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, all the holidays. Don't get me wrong, you can't forget them completely, but I'm not a stickler about celebrating them on the exact day. Weekend before, weekend after, works for me.
This year is a perfect example. Charlie was invited to the Rose Bowl by one the companies he does business with. I was supposed to be his guest, but we weren't really sure what to do with the kids. We didn't think it was fair to ask someone to come for New Year's weekend to watch them while we went off to have a fabulous time. We would never do that. So, I stayed home with the girls and Charlie took Andy. I would have loved to go with Charlie, not because it's New Year's but because it's football and it would be wonderful to have a weekend alone with my husband without anyone little people interrupting. If Michigan State had gone I would have found a way to be there, but since Wisconsin just barely beat them out this year it just was not meant to be.
So as Charlie is getting settled in California with Andy, I am here with the girls. Since Sarah was a little bummed she got left behind, we went to the grocery store to buy macaroni and cheese, pie and ice cream (three of my, um I mean Sarah's, favorite foods!). Her tummy was bothering her so we put pie and ice cream on the back burner until tomorrow, and after putting the girls to bed I got a quiet evening at home. By myself. I watched the ball drop in New York and was so glad I wasn't there. You could not pay me to go there for New Year's Eve.
Another thing I don't do is make resolutions. I used to, but realized it's kind of dumb to wait until the beginning of the year to make a change. If you recognize that you need to change something, just do it, don't wait until January 1. However, as I sit here, bringing in the New Year all alone, I realize that I am doing exactly what my resolution should be. Getting more alone time. More time to myself to think, destress, take a step away from the chaos and frustration and craziness that hums through this house. More time to do the things I want to do, so I can be a happier mom and wife and overall person.
So, yes, it's okay that I'm not at the Rose Bowl. I'm disappointed that I'm not with Charlie, not because it's New Year's but because I don't get to spend enough time with my wonderful husband and I really like him. However, I'm spending quality time with my girls, I'm getting a few moments to myself, and I'm getting pie. Cherry pie. What more could a girl ask for to start out the new year?
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