New Year's Eve isn't a big deal in our house. We used to have a standing date with some family friends, but moving 3,000 miles away from them makes that a little impractical now. Our kids always want to stay up till midnight anyway, even when it's just us celebrating. We remind them that the year we let them, they were bored and crabby all night and had a terrible January 1 (even without a hangover).
The argument was going on during dinner, at 6:50 pm last night. The seminarian looked at the clock and said "we'll celebrate New Year at Greenwich Mean Time this year. That's in 10 minutes!" The kids weren't fooled but went along with it anyway. Not like they had any choice.
We spent the evening watching "The African Queen", eating cinnamon buns for dessert and drinking "apple champagne" (sparkling cider). We might have opened a bottle of real champagne but the seminarian is on antibiotics and thus may not imbibe.
They were happy enough to go to bed at 10:30. I wanted to call a few people (Hey Ls!) but was too tired myself. All the sickness around here is making me tired, even though I'm not one of the sick ones. Of course I didn't think that they fireworks at midnight would make the dog restless so some of us were up past midnight anyway.
It's 9 am and one has staggered out of bed. The other hasn't emerged yet, but I can guarantee she'll be crabby.
Maybe next year we'll get real crazy and let them stay up till, oh, 10:45.