Over the course of the last 5 years the impact that New Year's eve has our lives has changed dramatically. No longer do I rush to the shops searching out that perfect dress that'll wow everyone and set up the New Year nicely. No longer do I talk about New Year for an entire week and plan the evening with meticulous attention in the vain hope that I manage to see everyone who is important to me. No longer do I buy ridiculous amounts of alcohol including those bottles which I don't drink namely brandy, whiskey and gin just because it's New Year and I feel like I should. No, instead I throw on anything that I have in my wardrobe, preferably something warm and that sexy word - cosy! I then have to pack a bag for the children, again warm, cosy clothes, an extra change of clothes, zillions of pants and socks, coats (as you never know when they'll end up in the garden) and then of course jarmies so that if they do fall asleep it isn't a total nightmare. Then really we should stick toothbrushes in there so that we can actually brush all of the sugar away that they will have been fed over the course of the evening! Or do we accept that it's New Year's eve and the other kids are likely to have their teeth brushed, one night won't do them any harm, or will it? No the guilt of the possibility of life long bad teeth with ensure that the toothbrushes are also packed.
So now that we're all sorted in terms of what we're taking we now have to decide how we're getting there! Again something we wouldn't even consider when we were young and fun. No, it was a taxi all of the way, absolutely no discussion. Children however change all of this and as this evening's party is a 20 minute drive either myself or Mr Blueswing will have to drive. Dumdumdum!!!!! So how do we decide who pulls the short straw. Well, technically all of the other families there tonight are Mr Blueswing's friends, old school friends, his best buds so in his book that would make it only fair for him to have beers with his mates and so naturally Mummy will be on the water!
The great thing about tomorrow evening's party is that we can walk there and back so both can enjoy a cheeky tipple and as long as it isn't absolutely pouring with rain have a very pleasant (romantic even) stroll home seeing in the New Year together with our little people. Of course we'll be walking past party girls and boys heading off to wild events in their wow dresses and yes I will have a moment of envy. Wanting to dash home, throw on my glad rags and dance the night away. That thought will quickly be chased away by the lure of my lovely warm bed and my fluffy jarmies, much to Mr Blueswing's despair. I already know that even with the best of intentions to see the New Year in at the party with all of our friends we will be listening to Big Ben's chimes in bed, commenting on how extravagant the fireworks are considering the "current economic climate' and being thankful that we aren't queuing to get into a hideous bar at 12am only to then feel the need to kiss a bucketful of strangers.
So yes, times have changed and although we don't have the freedom to go from party to pub, back to house party and home at 5am, I really couldn't think of a better way to spend New Year's eve then with my fabulous little family (apologies Daddy if you've read this and it makes you feel a little sick from the soppiness)
So here's wishing you all a wonderful New Year whether you're hitting the tiles, hibernating for the evening and everything in between.
Who knows what 2012 is going to bring, hopefully much of the same for us.
Happy New Year everyone, enjoy xxx
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