New Year’s Eve: Before Becoming A Parent And After
New Year’s Eve – a night when everyone gets drunk, kisses each other, wears stupid hats and pays a ridiculous amount of money to hang around the general public. I hated New Year’s Eve before I was a parent. As someone who’s spent most of her adult life as a bartender – I pride myself on recognizing the nights where you want to be nowhere near a bar. New Year’s Eve is for amateurs.
Well, that’s what I used to think. Now? Not so much.
New Year’s Eve is a day when everyone expects you to want to celebrate. In my family – this means automatic, built in babysitters. New Year’s Eve is now my favorite holiday.
Holidays like this one used to just kind of come and go before I had kids. Now, I finally understand wanting to be a part of the celebration. Before we had kids, we could hit the town at a moment’s notice. Every, damn night was potentially New Year’s Eve – if we wanted it to be. Now, we have to plan ahead a little. That’s the beauty of a holiday that everyone else is celebrating, too; it’s already kind of Â planned for you.
Tonight, we won’t have to explain not coming home until an ungodly hour. My mother, who’ll be watching the kids, will expect it. Imagine sauntering in from a date with your partner at 3 am – and dealing with an in-law. How well do you think that would go over?
Tonight, we’ll be expected to be drunk, happy and late. Hallelujah!
I know a lot of people joke about slowing down when you have kids. It’s true – you have to. But there won’t be any snuggling on the couch and barely making it to see the ball drop for us. For the first time in a long time, I’m embracing this damn holiday, and any other holiday where the general public condones debauchery. I’m thinking of embracing Mardi Gras, St. Patrick’s Day, the Superbowl – what am I missing?
Let’s do this.
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