For many years New Year’s Eve was my favorite day of the year. The glitz, the parties, the booze! Who could ask for anything more? I would spend days preparing: shopping for the perfect outfit, getting my hair done, finding the best party…you get the idea. I would spend the night eating, drinking laughing and then I would spend the next two days recovering. It was fabulous.
Then, I got pregnant. That New Year’s Eve was spent feeling fat and wasting a lot of time and money trying to create special NYE “mocktails”. The next year I had a newborn. That New Year’s Eve was spent pumping milk and wishing the baby would sleep more than 45 minutes at a time. Now I am in a whole new New Year’s Eve phase of my life: New Year’s Eve with a young child. After spending the last few days wondering how this New Year’s Eve would be, it hit me. This year is the first year that my NYE could be much like New Year’s Eve of my past, my date will just be a little younger and smaller.
There will be fancy clothes. Princess dresses, tiaras and a plethora of plastic jewels. There will even be some sparkly lipgloss.
There will be dancing. There will be plenty of hour spent twirling, hopping and butt shaking going down.
There will be noise. Never underestimate the volume level that can be reached by a kid with a wooden spoon, pots & pans and a celebratory noisemaker.
There will be drinking. Lots of it! Apple juice, milk, hot chocolate. I know you’re not “supposed to mix” when you’re drinking, but it’s NYE and you only live once.
There will be counting down. Maybe not the typical ball drop countdown. But there will for sure be a few Time Out countdowns.
There will be chaos. I can guarantee you that a 3.5 year old staying up late, hopped up on sugar and excitement will cause as much chaos as 20 drunk adults waiting for the ball to drop.
There will be passing out and drooling. From exhaustion. Maybe by me, maybe by my kid. It has yet to be determined.