I’m reluctant to write this post about New Year’s Eve and I do so at the risk of sounding like I lead a pretty sad life, but when MamaKat calls for posts, how can I resist? I mean there were four other prompts to choose from, but why take the easy road?
And who wants to see awesome pics of mine from this year?
Wait, they’re pretty great.
No, I’m writing about New Year’s Eve.
I’m not gonna lie, 2017 was not the greatest year in all my years on this earth. In fact, it was crappy and New year’s Eve was no different.
For starters, my oldest daughter was sick and, since she is usually the person most into anything celebratory, I was starting out behind the eight ball and I knew it. My other two children tried. They did, but with 20 minutes to go, they decided that
“watching a giant ball crash to the ground”
wasn’t worth 20 more minutes of their time, so off to slumberland they went pretty quickly.
Three minutes to midnight
I sat on my couch snuggling with a ferret (no, seriously) deciding what this year would bring or what I was going to make it bring because 2018 was going to be brighter. Damn it.
Two minutes to midnight
My oldest wakes up, notices the time, mumbles something about the new year, wipes the drool off her face and lays back down, pulling the blanket over her head.
One minute til midnight
I start recording Dick Clark’s New Years Rockin’ Eve because, ya’ know, the kids might really want to see it tomorrow!
As of today, it still sits on the DVR. Unwatched.
“Happy New Year”, I say to my husband who is immersed in the latest online video game.
Is what I get in return.
So, if New Year’s Eve 2017 is any indication on how the 2018th year A.D. is going to pan out, I’ll pass.
How was your New Year’s eve? What did you do? When is the last time you went out the last day of the year to ring it in? (I think I was 28)
**This post is part of MamaKat’s Writing Prompts this week. Check out some other posts!