Last year Joe and I went out to party for New Year’s Eve. We stayed over at a hotel and danced past midnight. And I all could think was that I hadn’t seen my baby girl yet in 2014.
We’re not partiers. We’re watch the countdown on TV-ers. It’s warm at home and my pyjamas are infinitely more comfortable than anything else I would wear.
The last time we went out on New Year’s Eve and both had a really great time was when the World Junior Hockey Championships were in Ottawa and we went to see Canada play the US. Now this year Joe was lucky enough to have a friend who was lucky enough to win tickets to the whole tournament and he has gone to Montreal for the game. I am here.
Being very jealous. Best damn game of the year.
But he’ll be back by midnight and the whole family can welcome 2015 together in the morning.
I usually have three words to define the new year, I have not done that yet. I know that next semester is going to be very hard, harder than the last one. I know that I have work to do on my physical self and I want the numbers on the scale to be vastly different at the other end of 2015.
But I cleaned the house today because that’s how I like things to be for New Year’s, and tomorrow I’m going to hang out with my kid and work on a jigsaw puzzle.
But seriously, if you’re not watching the game you should be.