"Let's dance! Let's dance!" Natalie shrieked on New Year's Eve.
She was making me dance to Kids Bop songs. My ears were burning.
"Is it almost bedtime?" I said, checking the clock. I didn't care that it was New Year's Eve. My kids were going upstairs at 8. I needed some peace. Some families had marathon game nights. We were having a dance fest--until 8.
So we danced. And danced.
And then I made the kids take some pictures.
After these pictures I was like, "Okay, bedtime!" before Natalie started another song. I can only take children crooning songs that I don't even like at me for so long. (Seriously. One song was a One Direction song. Help. Me.)
"Aren't we supposed to stay up until midnight?" Natalie grumbled as I shooed her upstairs.
"You can. You can come down at 1130 if you're still up," I promised. Please let them be sleeping.
We didn't have any fancy foods or drinks. Tom and I aren't big drinkers so we popped open a bottle of sparkling grape juice and watched The Shawshank Redemption. I had never seen it and Tom was appalled. As we watched an episode of Family Guy where they spoofed it, Tom was like, "Awesome movie," and I had said, "I wouldn't know." This stunned him. So that's why we decided to watch on New Year's Eve. Some people party and get drunk. We stretch out on the couch, sip sparkling grape juice, and watch a Stephen King movie.
And it was good.
The movie, I mean. I really enjoyed it.
As promised, I went to see if the kids were awake at 1130. They were. Of course. So I let them come down but told Natalie, "I'm not dancing."
We did the countdown and then we had poppers, which freaked out Tommy:
He liked them, but he didn't. He wanted to know what they were made of.
Then we went right to bed and slept in until 930 the next day.
No special New Year's Day meal either. We had hot dogs. And deviled eggs. Black eyed peas scare my family.